The wanderlust inside keeps me on my toes and makes me stitch stories through my lens. I travel far and beyond, walk the muddy trails, and often spend nights under the starry sky. Mountains are my home; they are my own - they are my religion. Life has been kind and rewarded me with opportunities that are hard to come by. Here's a humble effort to share my journey with you all and seek blessings for my future endeavors.
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The sheer joy of just looking at my rucksack endlessly; creating numerous ‘what-to-carry’ lists on my phone notepad, making multiple mental notes, striking out each day off the calendar for months – it all came to a happy halt that beautiful morning as I boarded my flight for Kathmandu
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It’s one thing to recognize an idea, and something else to bring that idea to fruition. The journey in between is often the most grueling one, yet less talked about; we get pulled to describe all things ‘destination’ and leave behind the finer details of the road that led us to it
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It’s a never-ending quest to find yourself, to recognize what resonates with you, what makes you YOU. Yet we all happily get on that unending journey – because somewhere deep inside, we want to believe in the lesser accepted thoughts or beliefs...
