Some journeys are loud with excitement. Others arrive softly, settling into you without announcement. For Rajlaxmi Katikala, this winter journey through Spiti Valley was neither about chasing thrills nor about ticking destinations off a list. It was about observing how landscapes change people, gently, without demanding anything in return. Travelling

While many trips begin with planning, ours began with a cup of coffee. Srishti and I, old college friends turned impromptu travel buddies, were flipping through pictures from our last Himachal trek when we paused at one snowy photo and remained silent for a long moment. Then she looked up

The kitchen buzzed with activity as Abhishek’s family prepared for their long-awaited trip to Spiti Valley. Suitcases were being zipped, snacks were being packed, and Abhishek’s sister was busy trying to fit an extra jacket into an already overstuffed bag. His wife had taken charge of the essentials,

"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all." – Helen Keller Suman had always been a passionate rider, but somewhere along the way, life got in the way. Between the business meetings, and the hustle of daily life, his love for the open road began to slip away. And

Growing up, Surabhi and her brother were inseparable, thick as thieves. They spent countless summers running wild in their neighbourhood, sharing secrets and going on little adventures. Over the years, however, life led them down different paths. First, they moved to separate cities for their studies, and then work commitments

Sitting on a wooden bench, sipping tea while admiring the majestic Himalayan range in Spiti, I told my partner - "So it's true then...Himachal is more than a place...it's a feeling." "A feeling that you're going to carry all your life, as a part of you," he said.