You move to Goa, drink some feni… and ta da - the waves wash in the susegad feels and wash out your worries. It sounds absurd, but life here really does rearrange something inside you. The poi man honks you awake every morning. “Annoying” is the first word that comes to mind, sure, but there’s poetry in irritation too right!? By sunset, the mood shifts. The day folds up neatly as the night unfurls; the world turns down its brightness, and a breeze kindly does the same to you.

I bade adieu to mountain life and moved to Goa in August 2023. The grand relocation I’d fantasised about for years. A tropical coastline, a new life, and a new me. (with new hair and everything)  I pulled it off somehow, but not without its fair share of hiccups… and in trying to counter them, I made the same mistake yet again: I let the fear of being alone pick the next person I let in. Spoiler: that door slammed me harder than I care to admit. It unravelled faster than an a

I took a walk down memory lane, and for a while, it felt like time stood still. I spent the first few years of my life in Kalpa, Kinnaur; where forest spirits defined the pace of life and beautiful golden apples adorned the trees. We crunched on them as we walked to school or while we explored our magical surroundings. Deodar trees constituted the majority of the population, and if you spent enough time with them, you’d surely recognise their unique personalities. It was a sm

Writing has proved to be my catharsis through turbulent times in the recent past. Normally, my writing sits with me waiting for the right...