The Photograph Chandratal Wouldn’t Give Me
It began, appropriately enough, in the…
Exploring Arunachal Pradesh: A Journey Through Rain and Reverie
The plane banked low over a sea of emerald just before touching down. From above, the fields looked soaked and waiting, the way land does before monsoon bursts open. Arunachal…
-35°C, No Running Water, and the Moment I Saw a Ghost
We began our journey to Spiti from Chandigarh—a long, winding route that would take two days and carry us from the world we knew into one so stark and elemental, it felt almost…