At Pernem, I detour off towards my stop for the night… Arambol beach. The narrow winding road takes me through border villages, which have a mixed-culture ambience. A mixture of Maharashtrian and Goan. Arambol is a hippie-type village – what Anjuna used to be 20 years ago...

At one such tea stall, my digital camera is a big attraction. The half-a-dozen bare-chested truck drivers and the owner of the dhaba loved to see their own pictures instantly! I sat on the charpai and shared tales. As I was having my last cup of chai, I saw an old man, dressed in........

I am near the extreme northern border of India. Siachen is not too far away. But the limitations imposed by the Ladakh commissioner’s permit prompt me away from the large steel bridge, ......