Travel for some is just an itinerary on a piece of paper trying to squeeze as much as possible with places scribbled on it to be ticked out. Travel on the other hand seeks a more deeper meaning, which is to seek a new experience, the experience which redefines your life and becomes a part of you with happiness somewhere hidden in the end of it. This kind of travel rejuvenates your soul, the local culture is embedded deep inside your heart and the whole trip flashes in front of your eyes whenever you hear the name of the place.

Spiti Valley which means “the middle land” is the land which lies between India and Tibet, it has heart wrenching routes which will, believe me, test your adrenaline levels. After your driving skills and patience’s are tested to the extreme lays a magnificent landscape with absolute silence and magical beauty. This trip is not for faint heart but will test the limits of an adrenaline junky as well, depleting oxygen levels, narrow roads without boundaries, landslides and no help for miles is just part of the whole package.

My trip started from Delhi at 3 AM in May 2016 and we went cruising on GT road, first check point was Gulshan ka Dhaba (Murthal) for a quick tea and then straight away at Ambala at Mc Donalds for some breakfast. I must say the trip started off on a very smoothly note but we were warned by a travel agents from Spiti valley to bring a SUV. We took our chances in our sedan car and headed to the middle land, to seek an ultimate adventure, a thrill of a lifetime, to conquer Spiti Valley (Kaza). We didn’t experience any difficulties on the way to Shimla and Kufri as the roads were in excellent condition. The trip being done in May, it was hot and till kufri and couldn’t let go of the car A/C but after that rain began to pour and it got pleasant. After driving for 15 hours we reached Jeori, about 500 Km from Delhi at 1800 hrs. We got a room for 1000 bucks and I must say it’s a small town which has a water fall and a temple as an attraction which people can glance on their journey to Kaza.

The next morning was crucial as we had to cover 260 km of treacherous road to Kaza. After leaving Jeori and about 12 Km we were stopped at a police check post and requested by the two local police men to drop them at Reckong Peo. We were reluctant at first but finally agreed to their request. Till now the roads were good with just few bad patches here and there. The police men were good and they gave us information about roads, hotels and places to visit on the way to Kaza. As we had started at 6 am in morning the police men guided us to a dhaba on the way where we could paranthas. Wongto where the road condition worsened and the speed dropped to a mere 20 km. We saw many hydro power projects on the way after crossing Powri, the phone signal also died and only BSNL network works.

There was a foreigner who was going from Shimla to Kaza on a cycle. I must say I got pretty motivated after seeing a girl being a foreigner was taking a challenge to cover this dangerous road on a cycle.

No wonder how much you plan and try to organize your travel but places like these will throw some surprise at you from out of the blue. We saw some cars halted in front of us, there were bulldozers clearing the road as BRO (Border Road Organization) had carried out some blasts so that two cars could pass. It took two hours to clear the gravel on the road and make the traffic running again. Soon we reached Akpa Bridge which was broken and had to take the slip road which leads to the old bridge. When we were in Shimla we had met a biker who was going to Chitkul, who had mentioned to us that if Akpa Bridge is closed then don’t go further. But in the midst of excitement, we happily ignored the warning and crossed the old Akpa Bridge to seek our adventure.




Any adventure is not complete until you taste some uneasiness or pushed away from your comfort zone. At this moment we were away from the plain roads and comfort of our homes, now looking on the map for our next destination travelling on gravel roads, looking out for landslides with survival on our minds. But the warnings of keeping our eyes on the road from the locals/websites/travel operators were not to be ignored. We got the taste of tiredness as we had started six in the morning, we hit a rock in Nako and front wheel rim got displaced and bend. Luckily no one was hurt and after changing the rim we were on our way. Now it was the last leg of the trip nearly 110 KM left where we wouldn’t get any mechanic not even a puncture fixer. Depleting oxygen, roads which would test patience to the extreme with no spare wheel this was our plight. The anxiety buildup was immense but the spectacular view of the mountains, embrace of cold air and the Sound of Spiti River flowing from the mountains had a soothing affect on our souls. We had reached Tabo and were dead tired and decided we should setup base here only. We looked for accommodation and got a good room in the Monastery guest house.

Next morning we had delicious breakfast, which were pancakes and half fried eggs and now there was no stopping on the way with only 50 KM until Kaza. While having breakfast we met Helen a tourist from Germany and she told us to stop at Dhankar Gompa and visit the Monastery. The roads were narrow with spell-bound silence and Spiti was a portrait of an inhabitant world due to its topography, which has a ghastly look especially during the nighttime. This heart wrenching experience indeed has a lot stored for, from the sparkling waters of Spiti River to snow covered mountains and lush green vegetation is worth an experience. Experiencing breathtaking views and calm air of Spiti we reached Kaza and found a hotel known as Deysor Hotel. We check into the hotel and wanted to explore further, so we headed to Kibber and surrounding areas. On the way we stopped at Kee Monastery which is nearly 1000 years old, the views of the monastery were staggering, with clusters of whitewashed mud-brick homes huddled amid green barley fields are just a blessing for your eyes. We reached Kibber and upon arriving the feeling was surreal, like a king conquering a new territory or Christopher Columbus would have felt when he discovered the new worlds.


Kee Monastery


Way to Kaza


Kaza Petrol Pump




Kee Monastery




Dhanker Monastery


Dhanker Monastery


It was getting dark and cold so we returned to Kaza and had a delicious meal. After the meal we met fellow travelers, a guy riding a bike from Mumbai, a group, we all exchanged our views and the difficulties we had faced during our trip to Kaza. Then we decided to do star gazing and saw some beautiful stars in the night sky with some shooting stars also.

The next morning we headed back to Delhi and were making better progress now that we were aware of the road but not to forget due to Akpa bridge been closed, people were using the old route which was and caused a traffic jam as there were trucks stuck. We were stuck there for atleast two hours. I and my friend searched for a nearby dhaba where I become the chef for the day and made omelets and paranthas as the cook was crammed with orders. After our little kitchen adventure we started as the road got unblocked and had to make it to Jeori before night fall.

After reaching Sangla it was dark and had to drive till Jeori where we stayed for the night. We got up the next morning and wished beautiful Spiti goodbye, continuing our journey back home. But I knew that this journey had changed something inside me, something deep inside my heart, it had made a conqueror, a winner, a patient guy in the end and some exquisite memories.

All the voices

All the voices that I know,
All the voices I hear each n everyday,
Some are sweet, some are bold,
These are the voices that I know,
These are the voices that I need.

Hearing the voices from my heart,
Wondering, prodding my useless luv for the loved ones is a never ending strive,
What has become of me,
Chasing the avalanche down,
Something inside is just broken and there is no joy in the mending,
Caz there is no one besides me standing,
Now our voices have some distance and some silence.

All the voices that I know,
All the voices I hear each n everyday,
Some are sweet, some are bold,
These are the voices that are now forgotten.

Dream On


A lonely railway track is a constant reminder, that their is a way. The way to life, the way to freedom, the way to new destination, caz the way to your dreams is also lonely. No one can understand it. No friend, no family, no stranger. One has to endure and walk further because on one can see your dream except you. Dream On

Free bird

The roar of jet engines,
The thrill of flying,
The feeling of being discarded by land, loved ones at bay,
Alone in the clouds,
It’s just an incredible feeling, like celebrating independence day all over again.
The ecstasy of being 30000 feet in the air where none intrudes, this is what I call freedom.
Total euphoria

Lost Hope

At the break of dawn, the bright feathers showing its beauty, humming the sweet song of the free heart like a fetterless thing. Singing the song of life with a melancholic embrace in the air.

I wake up, drenched in my own sins, darkness swarming behind my eyelids, poisoned by the insidious ways life plays with me. Frantic cries like the high tide of anxiety pleading God to help me break the shackles of society. I feel like a rag doll dancing on this secluded road to despair with all hope lost like the treasures of the sea. Pleading death to sweep me off my feet to ease the pain of this gloomy state of affair.



In the periods of lost memory, darkness lurks like terror that leaves the addicted mind in ruins. Running into the arms of despair where there is no sign of light, all is dark, all is black. Black is omnipotent, the divine color amongst all colors. One can hide in the shades of black, be lost forever but black is not the end. Black is personal,  close your eyes and it will all be black and not an inch of white. All is not black & white only black plays the predominance in the world. The almighty black.

High on Friendship


On the crossroad of life,

I met a familiar face, who I call my friend,

Her friendship is refreshing like the morning dew,

When I see darkness and a little strife,

She is a ray of sunshine in my life.

A girl with countless dreams,

Her aim in life is to seek joy in the present,

According to her dependency on the future is a repent,

Every Friday she lights up a cigarette with a shot of whiskey,

Telling her to fasten the car seat belt may be a little risky,

Dancing to the tunes of Yo Yo honey,

Zipping through traffic with hands in the air, people find this a little funny.

This friend of mine is a little crazy with a vivid soul,

A little too honest with a heart of gold,

I call her, goddess Athena,

She is bold as a brass,

Be careful of her lioness roar,

I call her, goddess Venus,

She is kind hearted and showering joy, is her daily chore.

Her divine grace lights up my life like a melodious song,

She is the answer to my prayers,

In this inhuman town, she is the face of humanity,

Oh lord! Please keep her by my side,

You only have this to abide.


This is the face that I know,

Which has the same familiar glow,

I think I must have known her from somewhere once before,

This is the face that I so adore.

Guardian Angel


The very wrong notion of fairy tales exist in our world n is often confused with real life, but life isn’t a fairy tale, pain, happiness, tears, love, it’s all here and you will experience it.

My only point is, to get through the day or to feel special we need help from people around us. They help us become stronger, a force of nature, to get over misfortunes.

So reach out to the troublesome, give your hand, do something worthwhile, help the oppressed, don’t hesitate to pull them out of their misery.

Be someones guardian angel.

Grace of London



On the streets of London,

Night at its darkest hour where despair is in abundance,

Eyes full of hope starring at the open sky,

Abomination towards mankind in heart calling happiness a big lie,

Despised by the ignorant society,

Midnight madness strikes her,

Crying her heart out like an infant,

She wandered on the streets of despair with a youthful harlots curse.


Reciting verses of Wordsworth,

Out of the dark,

A knight appeared,

Magnificent as a stallion he stands before her.


At the loneliest hour she experienced mankind’s sheer hatred and kindness in the same night,

He took her hand to the garden of hope,

Love struck grace with a wild card of existence,

She lay in the arms of the knight,

Only to discover it as a lonely dream,

A mere illusion leaving tears in her eyes.


The wind whispers a merry song again,

Her eyes lit up like the shimmering stars,

Gray November and white December shall die,

As the days go by,

On this ground her tears lie,

A flower besides her blossoms soothing her melancholic cries.