In the land of Gods, the passing seasons play a significant role in their deep-rooted traditions. Living in a little home perched atop Jagatsukh village for half a year now, I had a chance to explore the lives of the Himachali community closely. I learned that their traditions are deeply rooted in nature. Worshipping the […]Read more "SAIRU SAJJA: Celebrating harvest in Jagatsukh village. "
The spirit’s spider weaves the web of life Connecting impenetrable mysteries Trailing its gold from wisdom to wisdom; Enwrapping one with another; Into colours of love, Weaving us in infinite cycles The intricate threads of our life Shape themselves into beautiful patterns Weaving each strand little by little Making us whole; a creation of […]Read more "THE WEAVING HEARTS OF PANBARI, ASSAM."
I am a believer of dreams. There is something magical about them and its meaning certainly can’t be derived in logic. Dreams are the visions of the soul. They have been the sole reason for every journey of mine. It was a starry night at Mcleodganj. The moonlit sky had put up for me; the […]Read more "The catcher of dreams"
It was the starriest night at Komic – Spiti’s highest inhabited village, overlooking golden mountains and brown pastures. Hot cups of Loon Cha poured in as we spoke of the tales hidden in the hearts of Spiti. I was alone on my journey across the tribal circuit of Himalayas starting from Shimla to Kashmir via […]Read more "Journeying through fairy tales of the Moon."
On a warm February morning, the cold winds coming from far away mountains go to sleep. The cymbals clanked, trumpets sang and drums played melodies of yore. Masked faces stood out amongst the blue skies and vast mountains. Prayers hummed in circles and a mist of incense smoke invaded my senses on the narrow streets […]Read more "Dosmoche: A springtime for hearts in the winters of Ladakh."
“Dhaara jo gaana” said Amma, whose eyes sparkled with love. Her face wore a broad smile as she readied cups of chai for us. Amma was inviting us to accompany her for a journey to ‘Dhaar’ in the upper mountains with her small cattle family. Amma was to stay at her mud and stone home […]Read more "A call of happiness"
Far away in the mountains of Ladakh, the prayer flags fluttered from a distance, while I indulged in many a Gur Gur cha’s listening to this 90 year old grandmother spin mystical tales for me, as her prayer wheel chanted ‘Om mani padme hum’ in circles. The Ladakhis, Tibetans and inhabitants of ancient villages of […]Read more "The legend of the mystical Dzi."