In spite of being from a small town in West Bengal, I was introduced to the Himalayas at a very early age while travelling with my parents. That time it was not this crazy madly love for the mountains that torment my heart now, whenever I am away from it. It gradually came to me when I moved to Chandigarh and my room's balcony overlooked the foothills of the Himalayas. It was a curse, truly, for me, to be able to witness serene sunrises and the mountains everyday but not to be able to reach there. Every now and then, I have to go to my beloved Himalayas, to calm down the little mad insect inside my head. Thus, travelling became something more than my hobby, rather my life itself. Mountains are and will be my love forever.
“Mountains are not stadiums where I satisfy my ambition to achieve, they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion…I go to them as humans go to worship. From their lofty summits I view my past, dream of the future and, with an unusual acuity, am allowed to experience the present moment…my vision cleared, my strength renewed. In the mountains I celebrate creation. On each journey I am reborn.”