Unfortunately for us, it rained all night at Ghangaria. The morning of our trek to Hemkund Sahib was cold and it drizzled heavily. We were in two minds about w...
The trek to Ghangaria lasted for some time and it turned out to be quite a lung-bursting. This had nothing to do with the difficulty of the trek, which was quit...
Joshimath was very busy when we woke up the next morning. Being the gateway to Badrinath and Hemkund Sahib, the town always saw a steady stream of pilgrims pass...
As wonderful as the feeling was of my travel dream to the Valley of Flowers coming true, my experience at the jumping-off base of Haridwar was nearly traumatic....
Like most women, Â I love flowers, rainbows, and butterflies. Flowers play an integral role in the Indian culture and can be found decorating shrines, ladies' co...
" I must have flowers, always and always". - Claude Monet
Founding father of French Impressionist painting, Monet had been a master colorist and a prolific p...
I met Naziya on the banks of the swift-flowing Ganges at Haridwar. She was a young village belle, who had run away from home to marry a Hindu man from Haridwa...
My Rishikesh sojourn was in June or July. Rain poured from the sky whenever it felt like and the humidity was as sticky as thick honey. To make matters worse,...
Rishikesh and Haridwar...immediately my mind raced to the twin Gangetic town of Uttarakhand. The TV documentary on the growing religious fanaticism in India sta...
