Places I've been, stories I'm still writing

A cold desert at the roof of the world, where the sky does most of the talking.

The Ganga, rapids, and the particular quiet that follows a long river day.

Cloud-wrapped ridgelines and prayer flags in the Sikkim hills.

First light on Kanchenjunga and tea gardens all the way down.

Motorbikes, street food and a coastline that keeps unfolding.

A quick escape to the Bay of Bengal.

Misty shola forests and a lake that mirrors the pines.

Endless rolling tea estates in the Western Ghats.

Sunsets, old churches, and the easy rhythm of the coast.

Quieter beaches and a slower, temple-town pulse.

Temple gopurams and the density of a very old city.

The Ganga plains and roots along the river.

The gateway to the hills of the northeast.

Tea, rivers and the edge of the Dooars.

Forests, tea and elephants where the Himalayas meet the plains.