I was born in a place which was once described as heaven on earth. A place having a long history of violence and blood and a place where young blood was asking fo azaadi, that was the time I was born. Brought up in Shivalik range of Himalayas, a place most of you visit only in atlas. In a time that wasnt measured by cuckoos that sprang out of the clocks. In a silence, that was sometimes punctuated by howling winds and gushing streams.
Being a wandere, i enjoy travelling a lot, particularly to hills. Being from a Kashmiri Hindu family I am a person of very simple taste. Watching the final rays of sun before it sets down with a promise of rising the very next