Trips and Itineraries
Beautiful Death!! Père Lachaise Cemetery
The Point of No Return-trekking to Tiger's Nest in Bhutan
The cold mountain air numbs the earlobe,yet there's a sweat on the brow careful of the young buds on the path,for into morrow's flower they shall grow And then as the heart beats against your rib,and limbs turn wooden sore you gather your sticks and bones and climb the hill some more It is never about the Answers that throw men to the wind always it has been about the Questions ,that first we need to find for the wisdom that you find at the top, is the wisdom gathered on the way because while long lost in such solitary climbs, You meet Yourself,they say Later that fine April day,around early afternoon,I was slithering like a worn out reptile in the labyrinth of caves at almost ten thousand feet altitude.The rock walls of the cave were icy cold as my limbs struggled against them and still there were more darker crevices ahead.And then I saw it...the single light flickering at the end of the cave,with nothing to disturb it and nobody to corrupt it.I sit there and reflect.The claustrophobic walls slowly getting away from me,expanding outwards,creating space where none existed before.I had been busy since morning...now I have time to think....