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I have written this article with a dual purpose in mind. One, it is dedicated to all the amazing people I have encountered during the five weeks that I lived in Shivpuri alongside the kayaking community. This is my way of showing how much I appreciate having met them. Two, it is for the readers to realize that some of the most inspiring people and their stories are ones that we do not expect at all. More… Reflections and experiences jotted down in one’s personal journal are far from being perfect in the literary sense. Thoughts flow like sand in an hourglass; they are neither organized nor comprehensive. My fingertips expend tremendous energy to keep up with such random and fleeting thoughts, but in truth they almost never do. Yet, as I read my journal entries time and again I am transported back in time to those intimate moments and can, as ever, feel their pulse and rhythm. More… It has been several months since I left my island home in the Andamans, and yet memories of the past two years keep flooding me at unexpected moments delightfully and sometimes nostalgically, urging me to savor those little and big events over and over again. How did I come to live there one might ask? So here is a peek into my early experiences as a diving professional. More… Experiencing the Great Himalayas is one of the things that any avid nature lover would have in the top of their must-do lists. The mesmerizing valleys, waterfalls, snow clad peaks, the vast landscapes, the serene environment and the harsh conditions are all a part of the package that constitute a Himalayan journey. This is a photo journal of one such memorable journey to the beautiful Chandratal lake, in the Lahaul Spiti region of Himachal Pradesh, India. More… I guess I managed three or four strokes, a bare ten seconds, before the current of the flow gently caught my kayak and softly flipped me over in a slow-motion. Upside down in the water, but still seated in the kayak, which was on top of me, I was still in possession of the now completely useless paddle. And thus I executed my first wet exit in the middle of the river, and returned to the welcoming guffaw of my team on the surface. More… |
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