Author: Saurav Sinha

I came to Ladakh seeking landscapes, but I found a land of paradoxes. It’s a cold desert that receives less than three inches of rain a year, yet it is home to one of Asia’s largest and highest saltwater lakes. It’s a place of immense, barren emptiness that holds the…

Ram se shuru hota hai iska naam… Its name begins with Ram, and its soul resonates with Shiv. This is Rameshwaram. My journey to this sacred island wasn’t planned. It was an extension of my trip to Kanyakumari, a pull of destiny that led me here on the auspicious day…

At the edge of India, there’s a town where myths breathe through waves and the horizon feels infinite. But my story doesn’t begin here. It starts in Delhi—at Nizamuddin Railway Station—with two bags, one friend, and a 48-hour, 2570-kilometer train ride into silence. This was a pilgrimage to Kanyakumari, India’s…

Lashing rain in Trivandrum. Wet shoes. A hot cup of chai from a stall near the station. My Kerala story began here, not with sunshine, but with the raw, cleansing energy of the monsoon. My destination was Varkala, a town I knew only by its reputation for stunning cliff-side beaches.…

The question that began this journey was simple: “Where does Mahadev live?” I had sought him in temples and cities, but I felt a pull towards his truest home—the high, desolate, and sacred peaks of the Himalayas. This led me to the Shrikhand Mahadev Yatra in Himachal Pradesh, a pilgrimage…

From Delhi’s dust to Arunachal’s white silence—I chased a place I didn’t know existed. A place so remote, the journey itself is a pilgrimage. This wasn’t a trip planned for comfort; it was a journey to Anini, the hidden highland of Arunachal Pradesh, a place that tests your limits, silences…

It started, as most questionable adventures do, with a simple text in our four-person friend group: “Kedarkantha trek this weekend?” We were in Delhi, enjoying a pleasant 16°C winter. We had zero trekking gear, zero high-altitude experience, and a level of fitness that was, let’s say, more suited to navigating…

I was standing beside a tiny railway track, unsure whether it was a road or a platform, when I heard the whistle of India’s oldest steam engine. A plume of white steam billowed into the misty air, and the world slowed down. That’s when I knew—I had arrived in Darjeeling.…

My journey began in Rishikesh, on the rain-washed banks of the Ganga. The monsoon had just passed, leaving the air clean and the river roaring with life. It was in this state of calm reflection that I decided to venture into a part of Uttarakhand steeped in folklore, a place…

Some journeys are planned. Others are answered calls from the mountains. My trip to Kalpa was the latter—a desire to explore a side of Himachal Pradesh far from the crowded circuits, a place that demands respect and rewards you with profound solitude. This is the story of a road trip…