High Passes and Cultural Crossroads: A Photo blog on Ladakh
Its was less than a five kilometres hike, but it has left me winded because of the altitude, and a cough that I have been nursing for a week. Just a few days ago I was living at sea level…
Its was less than a five kilometres hike, but it has left me winded because of the altitude, and a cough that I have been nursing for a week. Just a few days ago I was living at sea level…
The crowd pulses between a stampede and a celebration. One moment it feels like the end, and the next moment you in in a celebration and flow of humanity. As the waves of crowd squeeze past the narrow lanes, the…
Its the winter sun in Kilaraipur. The audience has started to gather for the annual village olympics event. The girls team is warming up for the hockey match. The horses are being fed for the race ahead. The tractor tires…
All journeys have the same shape....
He agreed to stand and pose for the photograph. After I was done, he tried to tell me something but couldn't speak, I thought that he was probably speech impaired. Then he spit out his pan, and said - Ye aapke…