I feel bundles of positivity when I'm on mountains. That's the best part about traveling to ⛰️🏔️ Away from the hustle and bustle of city.
I recommend all of you to travel anywhere and everywhere just to come close to yourself. Just to have that sense of love and appreciation about yourself and the nature.
Kyunki "feel important hai".
Well well well!
I've uploaded something new on my YouTube channel please have a look. Short and sweet ❤️
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Feel is important 💜
Recently I went to this amazing place and the video is about that only, how I felt there.. video with perfect audio.
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Travel Tale_Ladakh 2.0
How often do we meet people for a very short while, and they leave us with memories to cherish for whole life.
For the whole life, if the dementia shows me mercy.
These five riders, riding the whole way from Hyderabad and Bangalore met us coincidentally in Srinagar.
And through our journeys, we separated and met again, separated again and found out each other with a bigger coincidence only to be separated in the end, before leaving for our homes.
After some Old Monk and Desi Beer brewed at the home along with the travellers from around the world, we were sitting in a homestay in Spangmik, when I told Teja Bhaiya, that we will ride back, as they five were planning to go ahead into some very unexplored territories.
He asked me, "Why?"
I tried to avoid the truth by saying, "We don't have time left with us."
Somehow he knew, he asked again, "Why?."
I told him the truth, "We don't have money anymore to continue further."
He said, "We will take care of it. You have travelled with us this far, ride with us for a few more days."
I couldn't say, "No." I didn't want to leave too.
It was an experience of a lifetime.
We went to the places we had never heard of. We were a couple of rookies high on adrenaline rush, who just wanted to sit on a bike and ride into the mountains, that had been calling us for years from the screens.
We owe it to these eagles and always will, who took us under their wings and taught us how to fly.
It was the first time, I travelled on my own and I got to smell the blood too close.
Ps: Just after this picture, we realised that our rear tyre had got punctured. So, we sat down in the middle of nowhere to repair it.
I mean we helped around a bit by handing out the tools and grooving to the tracks played by @chatty1406 while Teja Bhaiya @tejapramod changed the tube and repaired the punctured tube!
Pc: @d_lonerider @third.eye_view
Kasol | Parvati Valley
Himachal | India .
Photo by @wanderingkamya #follow .
Memories. What did they even mean? Why did we collect photographs and capture things that were in essence, temporary. Maybe it was because they would transport you to another time and place. To be something else for a few moments and have a different feeling about life. Maybe it was an attempt to preserve things you experienced, because you knew the moment would fade away.
It was always weird for me to look at photographs from a long time ago. Because it took me somewhere very far away, just a brief page in my imagination. And you would naturally compare the past to the present. I couldn’t imagine the person that was in the frame because she was buried somewhere deep in my subconscious. Photographs were tinted with the colours of another life, with the shades of melancholy that it had evolved so fast.
In a sense, everything we saw was just a photograph. The present moments that were being lived were also just memories that faded away the second that we came into contact with them. It was just the content that kept changing but the frame of reference was the same. As I scrolled further through my trove of memories, I was reminded of this fact; the passage of time was just an illusion, it all existed together in the moment and nowhere else .
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There are certain encounters you face that changes the entire course of your life.
Such incidents can range from a tiny momentary display to a massive everlasting battle.
This is a broad spectrum of events that unfold at times you least expect. You will be left with no choice but to face them.
Wage a war. Don't turn your backs now. Swing that sword hard. Crawl, bleed and fight. Learn from this eternal battle of life.
Then, it happens.. You will see it unfold in front of you.
The change from within.
The spark of metamorphosis.
Fan it to a flame.
From you to YOU.
From 34° to -16°.
From sleeping in boxers to five layers of clothes with three thick and huge blankets(also called resai). From turning the fan's knob to maximum to exhaling a puff of cloud inside the room.
From bathing twice a day to limiting myself to the same clothes for 4 days.
From social media to legit socializing.
From surrounded by the familiar to the urge for foreign and strange.
From likes, comments and shares to smiles, conversations and engaging.
From wrapping up myself in my own world of comfort to stepping out of it and facing the extremes, I found happiness.
Happiness that was real.
Happiness that lasts a lifetime.
Happiness that'd share it's place alongside my grave. 😀