Six years ago, in June of 2013, I started traveling solo.
I went to the places little known to the outside world, the places never existed on my maps, the places I would never go back to and the places I wish I would have never left.
After 200 plus solo trips across India, I realized this world is nothing but an impression left by telling of a story. The stories told by the books, travelers, locals, and the stories we chose to believe.
Our life ends up just like the story we chose to believe and live, but as when the means are endless, as when the stories are endless, where do we go from here?
So here I am writing the stories, I chose to live.