Over the years, I've wandered through the buzzing streets of Delhi and Mumbai, soaked in the sun of Goa, and stood in awe of the raw beauty of Leh Ladakh and Manali. But nothing comes close to Kasol — ten days of pure magic, trekking through pine-covered trails, breathing crisp mountain air, and feeling like time had slowed down just for me. Those days remain the best of my life, a perfect reminder that the mountains will always have my heart.

My travel wishlist stretches far and wide. Within India, I dream of visiting places like Spiti Valley, with its dramatic landscapes, high-altitude villages, and the stillness that only the mountains can offer — along with countless other corners of the country that hold their own magic. Beyond India, I’m drawn to the untouched beauty of New Zealand, where rolling green hills meet snow-capped peaks, and to the charm of small mountain towns where life moves slowly and the air feels fresher. I also long to wander through the villages and towns of Europe, each with its own character — cobblestone streets, local markets, centuries-old architecture, and stories whispered through every alley.