I finally decided to write this post for fellow dreamers, adventurers and rebels, who dream of doing life differently.
You CAN grow on Instagram organically, without gaming the system, plastering your gallery with perfect bikini shots and editing the hell out of your photos.
I couldn’t help but wonder whether we humans own things, or our things own us.
This adventure is yours now, this journey is yours.
After years of chasing shooting stars and meteor showers in India, a post for all night sky enthusiasts.
Life doesn’t care that you plan to follow your dreams in a couple of years.
These countries make me feel like even though I don’t belong anywhere in particular, I belong everywhere.
Doesn’t it beat the impulsive, unpredictable, imperfect charm of life on the road?
We need less bankers and engineers, and more artists, musicians, writers, travellers, entrepreneurs, sportspeople, dreamers.
Over the course of my travels in India, I’ve found myself in some strange predicaments.