The Walk on the Ridge in the Valley of Honey…

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About a month or so ago my colleagues and I did a fun filled three day trip to Honey Valley Resort near Madikere. The trip was one of the most surprisingly fun trips of my life. Almost nothing that I expected to happen happened and whatever did happen left this amazing sense of adrenaline that is somehow still clinging on.

We traveled from Bangalore via the Mysore road and the Hunsur road towards our destination. The recent rains had made the landscape lush green and the drive was an absolute pleasure. We were a large group about 23 people(colleagues had brought their families along too) and that meant a train of 6 cars headed together.

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Finding The Right Words…

When I finished writing The Sculptor’s Statue about a year and a half ago, i could not have guessed the impact it would have on me. The circumstances that led me to write that short story are still very much private, but I truly consider that my finest and most honest writing experience. A few … Read more

The Old Man And The Mountain

The flakes of snow was all over his face, concentrated on his facial hair. He stopped for a moment to wipe a layer of ice off his forehead and stared at the fog of ice at the distance. His face was the only part of his body exposed to the numbing cold… he had once told a porter “Pain is important my boy… Its the most true feeling of being alive”.

People had called him insane, some had laughed at him, some pitied him. The mountain was a murderer, the old people of the village at tried to convince him. The truth was that only a few had returned from it and a even fewer remained sane enough to narrate the experience. No one had ever returned from the peak.

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