Every city is a person. Every person has a constant tremor underneath his bones and heart, a battle between his demonic and angelic side and the one fed well, overcomes the other. And we humans are like tiny ants running all over this person, tearing it apart or building it up. We are those angels… Continue reading Delhi; beyond mere existence.
“Who doesn’t want to travel the world?” I said, adjusting the tight gears of my tattered car, heading home. This is indeed an involuntary reply to someone who says, “I would love to travel the world”, which here was blurted my dear friend Chandni, who smothered herself with enormous amount of food stuffed into her… Continue reading A solo female backpacker guide.