Being an Army kid, I have had the experience of extensive travel itineraries and places to unravel. From rocky terrains to desert plains to the thick canopies of the North Eastern rain forests, India is a conglomeration of territories that will always be worth relishing. During my initial traveling days, I wasn’t the kind of person to get attached to a city or its people so quickly and so easily. It was only later that I realized, its ramifications it caused as and when I grew up. I turned out to be this wanderer, who could not handle any constancy in life. Changes and rapid motions of traveling, meeting new people and learning about their culture and their stories is what intrigued me the most.
From places to places, journey to journey, at the age of 18, I got myself admitted to a college in Mumbai doing a course in Mass Media with only one aim in my mind – Travel Journalism. I could only see one end to it – it had both my passion and hobbies in one place which is traveling and writing.
This journey of how I’ve been brought and up, the kind of family background I belong to got me to a lot of wonderful places and I had the chance of meeting some really exciting people. My mom always has complains about the number of friends I have, she thinks I have so many, but as a matter of fact – these are just the people I came along in my path to something big, something unknown.
One such journey got me landed up in a small hill station – Wellington situated in the Southern part of India.