Hampi felt like stepping into a time machine. For four days, we immersed ourselves in its blend of history, mythology, and natural beauty.
The first three days were dedicated to exploring the ruins of the Vijayanagar Empire. Majestic temples, intricate carvings, and sprawling markets told stories of a civilization that once thrived here. Between the monuments, we savored local food and marveled at the architectural brilliance that still stands as a testament to the empire’s grandeur.
On the fourth day, we crossed the Tungabhadra River to discover a different side of Hampi. Sanapur Lake shimmered under the sun, offering a serene pause. Anjanadri Hill, believed to be Hanuman’s birthplace, gave us sweeping views of the landscape. At Pampa Sarovara, mythology came alive in its sacred waters. And near the Chintamani Temple in Anegundi, we stood at the legendary site where Rama killed Vaali—a place where epic tales of the Ramayana are woven into the very soil.
Four days in Hampi was more than a trip; it was a journey across centuries and stories. From the ruins of Vijayanagar to the sacred landscapes across the Tungabhadra, Hampi revealed itself as a living tapestry of history and myth.
2. River Camping – Unchalli & Burude Falls, Karnataka
Nestled in the Western Ghats, these waterfalls offer pristine camping spots by riversides. The roar of Unchalli and the hidden beauty of Burude make for unforgettable nights under the stars.
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The adventure began with the steep 70-degree climb that pushed our endurance to the limit. Each step was a test, but the anticipation of reaching the falls kept us moving. When Burude Falls finally came into view, it felt like nature’s reward—water cascading down with a force that silenced everything else around us.
After soaking in the sight, we began the climb back. By late evening, as the light faded, we faced another challenge: crossing the river. The water was cold, the rocks slippery, and the dimming sky added a sense of urgency. Yet, the thrill of navigating through it together made the moment unforgettable. Just ten minutes after the crossing, we set up camp near the river. The sound of rushing water became our night’s soundtrack, while conversations around the campsite turned fellow trekkers into friends.
The trek ended with everyone visiting my home, which gave me the chance to connect more personally with them. Even today, I remain in touch with Sandeep, Devraj, Mani, Vasuda and others—kind souls who made the journey richer. That trip also sparked a rhythm of adventure in my life. With my buddies Bilgi, Guru, and Megha, I went on to explore many more trails. A special thanks goes to Bilgi, who first introduced us to this trek. Without him, this adventure might still have been just a plan instead of a cherished memory.
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Looking back, Burude Falls wasn’t just about the climb, the waterfall, or the campsite. It was about the sequence of challenges, the shared laughter, and the friendships that grew stronger with every step.
3. Ombattu Gudda, Mudigere, Karnataka
A challenging trek in the Western Ghats, Ombattu Gudda (“Nine Hills”) is known for dense forests, wildlife, and panoramic ridge walks.
The forest welcomed us with its dense canopy and earthy silence, broken only by the crunch of our footsteps. Camping in the wilderness was an experience that etched itself into memory. As night fell, the forest came alive with sounds—rustling leaves, distant calls, and the occasional animal cry that reminded us we were guests in their world. Lying inside the tent, listening to those sounds, was both thrilling and humbling.
But what made the trek truly special was the people. The Nomads gang—my companions on this journey—were the best group I could have asked for. Their energy, laughter, and camaraderie turned every challenge into joy. And then there was the food. Our guide prepared uppittu, a simple dish, but in that setting it became unforgettable. The warmth of the meal, shared under the forest sky, felt like a celebration of the moment.
Looking back, Ombattu Gudda wasn’t just about the trail or the campsite. It was about the gang that made the journey vibrant, the forest that tested and embraced us, and the small details—like a plate of uppittu—that became lasting memories.
4. Chadar Trek, Ladakh
The Chadar trek is often described as surreal, but for me it was more than just walking on frozen rivers—it was about facing moments that tested courage, trust, and sheer survival.
On the second day, the trek nearly claimed me. The chadar of ice had melted, forcing three trekkers to climb the side rocks. I helped a girl up, but she didn’t wait for me. My shoe was wet, the rock slippery, and suddenly I was dangling above a 25–30 foot drop. Below, the ice had already broken, exposing the freezing river. For a terrifying moment, I felt myself slipping. Somehow, I managed to remove my glove and grip a small edge of rock with my bare fingers. That desperate hold saved me. The memory of that moment—the thin line between life and death—will never fade.
At one point, the frozen sheet beneath us cracked. The sound echoed like thunder across the valley, sending panic through the group. Instinct took over—I was the first to leap across to the other side. Some guides bolted in fear, but our guide stood firm, showing the path and guiding everyone safely across. His courage steadied us, turning chaos into order.
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The trek pushed us into extremes. At one destination, we slept in temperatures as low as –40°C. The cold was relentless, seeping into every layer, every breath. Yet, when morning came, the reward was extraordinary. At –35°C, we witnessed a frozen waterfall—nature’s sculpture carved in ice, glistening in the pale sunlight. It was a sight that made the hardship worthwhile.
The shock was instant—the water pierced like needles, numbing every nerve. My breath caught, but adrenaline surged, and I surfaced gasping, alive with triumph. Among a hundred trekkers, I had been the first to take the dip. That leap wasn’t about proving strength—it was about embracing the raw, untamed spirit of the Chadar trek.
The Chadar trek gave me more than memories. It gave me stories of courage, survival, and resilience. From the crack in the ice to the near-death climb, from sleeping at –40°C to witnessing a frozen waterfall, and finally plunging into the Zanskar River—it was a journey that tested every limit.
For me, the Chadar trek wasn’t just about walking on ice. It was about discovering the strength to leap when others hesitate, to hold on when the world slips away, and to find beauty even in the harshest cold.
5. Narasimha Parvata, Agumbe, Karnataka
Narasimha Parvata has always carried a reputation that both fascinated and intimidated me. Known as the heaven for King Cobras in the Western Ghats, the thought of encountering one kept me from attempting the trek for a long time. Yet, every time I searched for my next adventure, this trek kept appearing, almost daring me to take it on.
When I finally set foot on the trail, fear gave way to wonder. The dense forest wrapped us in its green embrace, alive with the sounds of unseen animals. Each rustle and call reminded us that the wilderness was watching. The path led us to waterfalls hidden deep within the forest, their roar echoing through the valleys, adding to the trek’s raw beauty.
The journey wasn’t just about the trail—it was about the experience as a whole. The jeep ride to the homestay was an adventure in itself, bouncing through rugged paths that felt like a prelude to the trek. My two companions added warmth and camaraderie, turning the trek into something more than just a physical challenge.
And then there was the food. Breakfast at the homestay was simple yet unforgettable—steaming hot kadabu served with coconut chutney. The soft dumplings paired with the chutney’s rich flavor felt like the perfect comfort after a night in the forest. It was one of those meals that stays etched in memory, not just for taste but for the setting in which it was shared.
Adding to the charm of this trek was its proximity to Agumbe, one of my favorite places to visit whenever I’m unsure of where to go next. Known for its rain-soaked beauty and mystical sunsets, Agumbe always feels like a second home in the Western Ghats, and Narasimha Parvata was no exception in carrying that same magic.
Looking back, Narasimha Parvata was more than a trek. It was about facing fears, embracing the unknown, and discovering beauty in places where danger and wonder coexist. The forest, the waterfall, the sounds of wildlife, the companionship, the kadabu breakfast, and the timeless charm of Agumbe all came together to make this journey truly unforgettable.
6. Great Lakes Trek, Kashmir
The Great Lakes trek in Kashmir is one of the most memorable journeys of my lifetime. Spread across seven breathtaking alpine lakes, the terrain feels like heaven itself—rolling meadows, snow-clad peaks, and shimmering waters that change color with the light.
The Seven Lakes
- Vishansar Lake – Known for its crystal-clear waters and reflections of surrounding peaks.
- Krishansar Lake – Just beside Vishansar, often shimmering in shades of blue and green.
- Gadsar Lake – Nicknamed the “Lake of Flowers,” surrounded by vibrant alpine blooms.
- Satsar Lakes – A cluster of seven interconnected lakes, each with its own unique beauty.
- Gangabal Lake – Sacred to Kashmiri Hindus, nestled at the foot of Mount Harmukh.
- Nundkol Lake – Close to Gangabal, offering serene views and a peaceful atmosphere.
What made the trek even more special were the wonderful people I met along the way. Companionship on the trail adds a whole new dimension—shared laughter, stories under the stars, and encouragement during the tougher stretches. These bonds, formed in the wilderness, often outlast the trek itself.
I wasn’t particularly fit when I started this adventure, and the first day felt like a struggle. The climb tested my stamina, and doubts crept in. But once I settled into the rhythm of the trail, everything changed. The beauty of the landscape, the calm of the lakes, and the energy of fellow trekkers carried me forward. After that initial hurdle, I never found the trek difficult at any point. Instead, it became a journey of joy, discovery, and resilience.
Looking back, the Great Lakes trek wasn’t just about the seven lakes or the heavenly terrain. It was about proving to myself that fitness is only part of the story—determination, companionship, and the sheer magic of Kashmir can carry you through.
7. Charan Paduka: On the path to Neelkanth
Part of the Badrinath pilgrimage, Charan Paduka is a sacred rock said to bear Lord Vishnu’s footprints. Charan Paduka is more than just a stop along the trail—it is a sacred waypoint on the way to the mighty Neelkanth peak, which I aspire to reach one day. Standing there, with breathtaking views stretching across the Himalayas, I felt both humbled and inspired. The grandeur of the mountains made every step worthwhile, reminding me why I chase these trails.
This trek was special not only for the landscapes but also for the companionship. I was joined by Prakshi, a trekker whose spirit and determination continue to inspire me to travel more. Sharing the trail with someone who carries such passion added depth to the journey, turning it into more than just a physical climb.
The dense forests, the crisp mountain air, and the silence broken only by the crunch of boots on stone created an atmosphere that was unforgettable. Charan Paduka may be a milestone on the way to Neelkanth, but for me, it became a symbol of aspiration—a reminder that the peak is not just a destination, but a dream waiting to be lived.
Looking back, this trek wasn’t about difficulty or endurance. It was about the views that stole my breath, the companionship that fueled my spirit, and the inspiration that keeps me searching for the next trail.
8. Hemkund Sahib and Valley Of Flowers, Uttarakhand
The Valley of Flowers in Uttarakhand is often described as heaven on earth, and stepping into it felt exactly that way. Meadows bursting with colors, rivers flowing gently, and mountains standing tall created a landscape that was both surreal and soothing.
This trek wasn’t just about the valley—it was about the people who walked beside me. Companions like Prakshi, Krishna, Suri, and others added warmth and laughter to the journey. Their energy and spirit made every step lighter, turning the trek into a shared adventure rather than a solitary climb.
One of the highlights came at Hemkund Sahib, perched at an altitude of 4,632 meters, making it one of the highest Gurudwaras in the world. The trek to reach it passes through the Valley of Flowers, blending spirituality with natural beauty. Sitting in the crisp mountain air, the serenity of the Gurudwara was overwhelming, and the simple prasad offered there felt divine—nourishing not just the body but the soul.
9. Kumara Parvatha, Karnataka
Known as the toughest trek in South India, Kumara Parvatha near the famous Kukke Subramanya temple is a challenge that rewards every step with breathtaking views. Spanning two days, the trail winds through dense forests, open grasslands, and steep ascents that test both stamina and spirit.
Back when I did this trek, camping at the peak was still allowed. Spending the night at the summit was an unforgettable experience—the silence of the mountains, the chill in the air, and the feeling of being above the world created a memory etched forever. Today, camping at the peak is restricted, which makes those moments even more special in hindsight.
One of the highlights of the trek is the stop at Bhatrumane, a humble house that welcomes trekkers with warmth and food. The lunch served there is simple yet soul-satisfying, and the buttermilk during lunchtime is nothing short of heavenly. After hours of climbing, that refreshing drink feels like pure bliss, recharging you for the journey ahead.
The summit itself is a reward beyond words. Standing at the top, surrounded by rolling hills and endless horizons, you realize why Kumara Parvatha is revered among trekkers. It’s not just about conquering the toughest trail—it’s about embracing the journey, the people you meet along the way, and the small joys like a glass of buttermilk that make the trek unforgettable.
10. Chandrakhani Pass, Himachal Pradesh
Every trek has a story, but your first Himalayan trek is always special. For me, that was Chandrakani Pass, a journey that began long before I set foot on the trail.
I, Guru, and Bilgi started with the Rajdhani Express to Delhi, followed by the Shatabdi Express, and then the charming toy train to Shimla. Each leg of the journey added its own flavor—speed, comfort, and finally the slow, winding ride through the hills. From Shimla, we took a bus to Kullu, arriving in the early morning. Even before the trek began, the travel itself felt like an adventure, building anticipation for what lay ahead.
On the trail, crossing Malana village was a highlight. The place is steeped in history and culture, and walking through it felt like stepping into a living story. The village added depth to the trek, reminding me that the Himalayas are not just about landscapes but also about people and traditions.
Then came the moment I’ll never forget—seeing snow for the first time. The crisp whiteness, the crunch underfoot, and the sheer novelty of it made me feel like a child discovering something magical. That experience alone was worth the journey.
Even the preparations before the trek—packing gear, planning routes, and imagining what the Himalayas would be like—were part of the joy. Chandrakani Pass wasn’t just my first Himalayan trek; it was the beginning of a lifelong love for the mountains.
11. Triund and Dharmashala, Himachal Pradesh
When most people think of Himachal, Manali often comes to mind. But during our stay, we chose Dharamshala instead—for its diversity, culture, and unique blend of experiences. Thanks to Guru, who planned everything perfectly, this trip turned into one of the best explorations I’ve ever had.
The highlight was the Truind trek, which we approached in a way few do. Instead of taking the usual route, we ventured along an unknown path via a waterfall. The sound of rushing water, the spray on our faces, and the thrill of walking a less-traveled trail made the climb unforgettable. Reaching Truind felt like discovering a hidden gem, with panoramic views of the Dhauladhar range stretching endlessly before us.
The adventure didn’t end with the trek. We explored Kangra Fort, a place steeped in history, where ancient walls whisper stories of battles and dynasties. Later, at the Dalai Lama Temple, we witnessed not just spirituality but also the learning methodology of the place—how teachings and practices are woven into daily life. The calmness of the temple contrasted beautifully with the ruggedness of the trek, giving the trip a balance of adventure and reflection.
Choosing Dharamshala over Manali was the right call. The diversity of experiences—from trekking through waterfalls to exploring forts and temples—made this journey truly memorable. The Truind trek was the crown jewel, but the cultural depth of Dharamshala added layers that made the trip more than just an adventure; it became a story of exploration, history, and learning.
12. Gokarna Beach Trek, Karnataka
Some treks are planned with precision, while others unfold like unscripted adventures. My two-day beach trek from Kumta to Honnavar with Sarvesh was the latter—raw, unpredictable, and unforgettable
We began with little knowledge of the route, armed only with the starting point and a few vague vlogs that didn’t reveal the full trail. The first hill stretch tested us immediately—we got lost, wandering through unfamiliar paths. Yet, that challenge became the most memorable part of the trek. It ignited our problem-solving skills and taught us the value of staying calm and composed in the face of uncertainty.
The last stretch of the day was equally demanding, pushing us to our limits. But as evening fell, the reward was magical: crossing a river on a ferry during sunset. The golden light reflecting on the water, the gentle sway of the boat, and the quiet satisfaction of reaching that point made it an experience etched in memory.
Gokarna’s beaches, in my eyes, are more beautiful than Goa. They carry a raw, untouched charm that deserves protection from noise, litter, and careless tourism. Walking along those shores, I felt a deep connection to nature—a reminder that these places are treasures, not playgrounds to be ruined.
This trek wasn’t just about covering distance. It was about discovery—of landscapes, of resilience, and of ourselves. From getting lost in the hills to finding serenity in a sunset ferry ride, from the challenges of the trail to the beauty of Gokarna’s beaches, the journey took me to a different world.
The Kumta to Honnavar trek proved that sometimes the best adventures are the ones where the route is unclear, but the spirit of exploration lights the way.
13. Ellora Caves, Maharashtra
The Ellora caves, dating back to 600–1000 CE, are a timeless testament to India’s cultural and spiritual heritage. Carved into rock, they showcase the artistry of Buddhist, Hindu, and Jain traditions, standing as living monuments to faith and imagination.
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Among these wonders, the Kailasa temple is the crown jewel. Carved entirely from a single rock, it is not just architecture—it is vision turned into reality. The temple is the pride of the Kannada Rashtrakoota dynasty, whose ambition and devotion gave birth to this marvel. Its top-to-bottom carving is unlike anything else in the world, transporting you into a different realm the moment you step inside.
I have been fortunate to visit Angkor Wat in Cambodia, the second largest Hindu temple complex in the world. Its grandeur is undeniable, but the Kailasa temple at Ellora offers something unique—an immersive experience where stone itself seems alive. The carvings, sculptures, and sheer scale create a spiritual connection that feels deeply personal, as if the temple whispers stories of devotion and eternity.
Walking through Ellora, surrounded by nature and sculptures, I felt myself slipping into an imaginary world. The caves are not just monuments; they are portals into history, spirituality, and creativity. The harmony of art and nature here is profound, reminding me that spirituality is not only about rituals but also about the spaces that inspire awe and reflection.
Ellora is more than a destination—it is an experience. The Kailasa temple, with its unmatched carvings and spiritual aura, embodies the connection I seek in life: a union of nature, art, and devotion. It is a place where imagination meets reality, and where the soul finds peace in stone.
14. Kanooru Kote Trek, Karnataka
Some treks are about the destination, but others are about the raw adventure along the way. The trek through Kanooru Kote and Dabbe Falls is one of those rare journeys that captures the very essence of the Western Ghats—dense forests, misty hills, and history hidden in ruins.
The trail winds through thick forests where every step feels like stepping deeper into mystery. The ruins of Kanooru Kote, an old fort shrouded in history, stand as silent witnesses to time. Its location and past still linger in my dreams, sparking curiosity about the stories it holds.
Adventure came with its share of trials. At one point, I was attacked by 30–50 leeches on my back, a reminder that the Western Ghats are as wild as they are beautiful. The last stretch of the trek added another twist—we had to find our own route to reach the village. That uncertainty, instead of being a setback, became one of the best parts of the journey. It tested our instincts and problem-solving skills, making the trek feel truly exploratory.
Crossing into the river and receiving help from locals was another highlight. Their warmth and guidance added a human touch to the wilderness, reminding us that treks are not just about landscapes but also about the people who live amidst them.
What made the trek unforgettable was the team vibe. With Guru, Megha, Bilgi, Anil, Adarsh, and others, the journey was filled with laughter, encouragement, and shared awe. Every challenge felt lighter with their presence, and every view more beautiful when shared.
The trek to Kanooru Kote and Dabbe Falls was more than just a hike—it was an immersion into the soul of the Western Ghats. From leeches to lost trails, from ruins to rivers, and from history to companionship, it offered the best possible way to experience this magical region.
15. Dudhsagar Falls Trail, Goa–Karnataka Border
Few treks combine raw adventure with surreal beauty the way the Castle Rock to Doodh Sagar trek does. Walking along the railway track, with tunnels echoing your footsteps and lush greenery framing the path, the journey feels like stepping into a different world.
The route from Castle Rock to Doodh Sagar and then onward to Culem is one of the most thrilling experiences you can have in the Western Ghats. The rhythmic sound of trains in the distance, the misty air, and the anticipation of reaching the mighty falls make every step exciting.
The highlight of the trek was camping near Doodh Sagar Falls. Setting up our own tent and sleeping bags, with just the roar of the waterfall as background music, was nothing short of a dream come true. The sheer power and beauty of the falls at night, under the stars, created a memory that will last forever.
I wasn’t alone in this adventure. With Guru and Bilgi, the trek became more than just a physical journey—it was about friendship, teamwork, and shared joy. Doing it all on our own, from carrying gear to pitching tents, gave us a sense of independence and accomplishment.
Looking back, this trek wasn’t just about reaching Doodh Sagar. It was about the railway track that guided us, the thrill of camping by one of India’s most iconic waterfalls, and the bond of companionship that made the experience unforgettable.
16. Sandakhpu trek with 2 young friends and Darjeling Solo trip
The Sandakphu trek, done with the YHAI organization, was one of those journeys where the people you meet become as memorable as the landscapes you cross. Luckily, the group was small—just me and two retired Central Government officers. They treated me like their own, and their stories along the trail added depth and warmth to the trek. Listening to their experiences while walking through misty ridges and rhododendron forests made the adventure feel richer, almost like carrying history alongside nature.
Sandakphu is known as the “trekkers’ paradise,” offering panoramic views of the world’s tallest peaks—Everest, Kanchenjunga, Lhotse, and Makalu. The trail itself is demanding yet rewarding, with every turn revealing new vistas of the Eastern Himalayas. But what made it special for me was the companionship and the sense of being part of something bigger than just a trek.
After the trek, I explored Darjeeling solo, and that was a completely different experience. Walking through the bustling streets, sipping hot tea, and tasting local food gave me a sense of independence and discovery. The flavors of Darjeeling—be it momos, thukpa, or the famous tea—were as much a highlight as the views of the hills.
The Sandakphu trek gave me stories and companionship, while Darjeeling gave me solitude and flavor. Together, they created a journey that balanced human connection with personal exploration. It wasn’t just about reaching the summit or wandering the streets—it was about the memories made along the way.
17. Camping in Gavi and Thekkady Safari, Kerala
Kerala’s forests have a way of surprising you, and my time in Gavi and Thekkady was nothing short of unforgettable.
Camping in Gavi was a dreamlike experience—surrounded by dense forests, misty hills, and the sounds of nature. Hiking through the trails brought both serenity and thrill. One moment that will forever remain etched in memory was when a bison suddenly ran across our path. That raw encounter with wildlife reminded me how alive and untamed the Western Ghats truly are.
Together, Gavi and Thekkady offered the perfect blend of adventure and discovery. Camping under the stars, hiking through wild trails, and witnessing both birds and bison made this journey one of the most memorable wilderness experiences I’ve had.
18. Kuppalli
Walking through Kuppali feels like entering a temple, not of stone and rituals, but of words, imagination, and timeless wisdom. The serene landscapes, the ancestral home of Kuvempu, and the aura of creativity that lingers here offer me comfort and inspiration. It is a reminder that literature can be as sacred as any shrine, and that places tied to great minds carry a spiritual energy of their own.
19. Mysore and Surrounding
Mysore is more than just a city—it’s a tapestry woven with temples, palaces, hills, and rivers. When I set out to explore the places around Mysore, I realized it wasn’t just about ticking off destinations. It was about experiencing the soul of Karnataka in its many forms: history, scenery, architecture, and adventure.
Next on my list was Himavad Gopalaswamy Betta, perched high in the Bandipur ranges. True to its name, the hill is often wrapped in mist, giving the temple at the summit a mystical aura. The panoramic views of forests and valleys made it feel like standing at the edge of the world.
The Mysore Palace is not just a monument—it’s a living symbol of Karnataka’s royal heritage. Its Indo-Saracenic architecture, stained glass, and ornate halls left me spellbound. Walking through its corridors felt like stepping into a regal past.
Finally, comes Somnathpura, home to the Keshava Temple. This Hoysala masterpiece is a symphony in soapstone, with every inch carved into intricate detail. Standing amidst its star-shaped platform and sculpted panels, I felt the artistry of a civilization that turned devotion into architecture.
Each place around Mysore offered something unique—waterfront serenity, misty hills, guardian temples, royal grandeur, and intricate stone carvings. Together, they form a journey that balances adventure with reflection.
Mysore isn’t just a destination; it’s a reminder that history, nature, and spirituality can coexist beautifully.
20. Danushkoti and Rameshwaram
Some journeys are not just about reaching a destination, but about feeling the weight of history, myth, and nature all at once. My jeep ride to Dhanushkodi, the ghost town at the southern tip of Rameswaram, was one of the most unforgettable experiences of my life.
The adventure began with a jeep ride across sandy stretches where roads fade into dunes. The thrill of bouncing over the terrain, with the sea visible on both sides, made it feel like riding into another world.
Along the way, I came across haunting ruins—like the remains of a cycle and crumbling structures. These remnants are silent witnesses to the 1964 cyclone that devastated Dhanushkodi, turning a bustling town into a ghostly memory.
The jeep ride culminated at the beach, where the Bay of Bengal meets the Indian Ocean. The vastness of the sea, the roar of the waves, and the emptiness around created a surreal atmosphere. It was both beautiful and humbling—a place where nature commands silence.
Dhanushkodi is more than a destination; it’s an experience. The jeep ride, the ruins, the mythology, and the mesmerizing beach together make it one of the most marvelous places to see in Tamil Nadu. It’s a reminder that beauty often lies at the edges—where history, myth, and nature converge.
21. Andaman Islands
Books have a way of planting seeds of adventure. For me, the writings of Poorna Chandra Tejaswi led to a dream that eventually took shape in the Andaman Islands. His stories of landscapes, people, and hidden worlds nudged me to plan a trip that stretched from South Andaman to North Andaman—a journey that became more than travel; it became a dimension of life itself.
The Andamans unfolded like chapters in a novel. Each island carried its own rhythm—villages, forests, beaches, and stories of resilience. Meeting locals, learning about tribal communities, and absorbing the island culture gave me a deeper understanding of life beyond the mainland.
One of the most unforgettable moments was my first scuba experience. Descending into the turquoise waters, I found myself surrounded by corals and schools of fish. It was like entering another universe, silent yet vibrant, and it left me humbled by the sheer diversity of life beneath the waves.
Havelock Island was lively and welcoming, while Radhanagar Beach stood out for its pristine beauty. Walking along its clean, endless stretch of sand, with waves gently rolling in, felt like stepping into a postcard.
But the crown jewel of my journey was Ross and Smith Island, twin islands connected by a natural sandbar. Standing there, with the sea on both sides and the horizon stretching endlessly, I felt a rare sense of wonder. It was the kind of place where time slows down, and you simply exist in the beauty around you.
The long crossing from Middle Andaman to North Andaman was an adventure in itself. The landscapes shifted, the pace slowed, and the journey became as memorable as the destinations. It was here that I realized travel isn’t just about places—it’s about the transitions, the roads, and the stories you gather along the way.
22. Jaisalmer, Rajasthan
Sometimes the best journeys are the ones that strip away the noise of the world and leave you with silence, stars, and strangers who become friends. My stay in the Thar Desert near Jaisalmer was exactly that—a memory etched in sand and starlight.
he evening began with just me, two strangers, a cook, and a guide. We rode deep into the desert until there was nobody else in sight. The vast emptiness stretched endlessly, and for the first time in a long while, I felt completely detached from the world.
Our cook prepared a simple yet delicious meal right there in the desert. The aroma of hot food against the cool desert breeze was comforting. Sharing that meal with strangers felt oddly intimate—like we had known each other for years.
Instead of tents, we spread out 3–4 bedsheets on the sand and lay down under the open sky. The desert night was silent, except for the occasional whisper of wind. Above us, the stars glittered endlessly, brighter than I had ever seen. Stargazing in that solitude was magical—it felt like the universe was speaking directly to us.
By the time the night deepened, those two strangers were no longer strangers. Conversations flowed easily, laughter echoed in the emptiness, and bonds were formed in the most unexpected way.
Jaisalmer has a way of taking away your pain. In the silence of the desert, under the vast sky, I found peace. It wasn’t just a stay—it was an experience of connection, simplicity, and healing.
23. Kumbhalgarh, Rajasthan
Travel isn’t always about luxury; sometimes it’s about simplicity, patience, and the joy of discovery. My visit to Kumbhalgarh Fort, a UNESCO World Heritage Site in Rajasthan, was one of those journeys where the mode of travel—public transport—added as much charm as the destination itself.
Getting to the fort by public buses and shared jeeps was an adventure in itself. Each ride brought me closer to the Aravalli hills, with glimpses of rural Rajasthan flashing past the window—villages, fields, and winding roads that seemed to stretch endlessly. Traveling this way made me feel connected to the land and its people, rather than just passing through.
Standing tall at 1,100 meters above sea level, Kumbhalgarh Fort is a marvel of Rajput architecture. Its walls stretch over 36 kilometers, second only to the Great Wall of China. Walking along those massive ramparts, I felt dwarfed by history. The fort seemed alive with stories of Maharana Pratap, who was born here, and the countless battles it had witnessed.
What makes Kumbhalgarh unique is not just the fort itself, but the 360+ temples scattered across its vast area—both Hindu and Jain. Each temple carried its own aura, from intricately carved shrines to quiet sanctuaries where time seemed to stand still. Exploring them felt like wandering through a spiritual labyrinth woven into stone.
Climbing to the fort’s highest point, Badal Mahal (Palace of Clouds), rewarded me with sweeping views of the Aravalli ranges. The horizon stretched endlessly, and the cool breeze carried a sense of freedom. It was one of those moments where you pause, breathe, and let the landscape sink into your soul.
Traveling by public transport made the journey slower, but richer. It gave me time to absorb the rhythm of Rajasthan, to meet locals, and to feel the anticipation build with every mile. Kumbhalgarh wasn’t just a fort—it was an experience of scale, spirituality, and solitude.
24. Goa from North to South
For 7–10 days, we immersed ourselves in everything Goa had to offer. From savoring local veg food to exploring caves and temples, every day felt like a discovery. The sunsets, painted in hues of orange and pink, became a ritual—moments of stillness after days filled with exploration.
Goa, for us, wasn’t just about beaches or nightlife. It was about trekking into hidden corners, tasting authentic flavors, learning from local culture, and finding beauty in places where nature and tradition meet. The journey with Anil was the best possible way to experience Goa—an adventure that balanced celebration with reflection.
25. Pondicherry (Puducherry)
My four-day trip to Pondicherry (Pondi) with Sarvesh, Vineesh, and Rahul was a perfect blend of culture, nature, food, and companionship. Walking through the French Quarter, exploring temples, caves, and watching sunsets by the sea gave us a taste of Pondi’s charm.
A special part was staying in a hostel recommended by my friend Deepika, which added warmth and community to the journey. The highlight beyond Pondi was the visit to Pichavaram Mangrove Forest, the world’s second largest mangrove forest, where gliding through narrow waterways felt like entering a hidden world.
The best part about Pondi is food—from French cafés and bakeries to authentic Tamil meals and fresh seafood, every dish carried the city’s diverse identity.
Another unforgettable experience was visiting Auroville, a unique township built on the ideals of peace, unity, and sustainable living. Walking through its serene spaces and seeing the Matrimandir, the golden meditation dome at its heart, was deeply inspiring. Auroville added a spiritual and philosophical dimension to the trip, reminding me that travel is not just about places but also about ideas and ways of life.
Together, Pondicherry’s culture, Auroville’s vision, Pichavaram’s natural wonder, and the joy of shared experiences made this journey truly unforgettable.
26. Rann Of Kutch, Dholavira, Lakhpat, Rani ki Vav, Modera Bike Trip
It’s been nearly ten years, but the memories of my Gujarat bike trip with friends are still as vivid as yesterday. I wasn’t the one steering the bike—I rode pillion, which gave me the perfect chance to simply be in the moment. The wind on my face, the endless roads ahead, and the laughter of my friends—those were the ingredients of an unforgettable journey.
Our first stops were Rani ki Vav in Patan and the Modhera Sun Temple. The stepwell at Rani ki Vav felt like a hidden treasure, with its intricate carvings telling stories from centuries past. At Modhera, the temple stood bathed in sunlight, a reminder of how devotion and architecture can merge into timeless beauty.
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No trip to Gujarat is complete without the Rann of Kutch. As we rode into the vast salt desert, the horizon seemed endless. The silence of the desert was broken only by our chatter and the crunch of salt beneath our boots. Sunset painted the land in hues of orange and pink, and I remember thinking—this is the kind of view that stays with you forever.
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The Wild Ass Sanctuary was unlike anything I had seen before. Watching the Indian wild ass roam freely across the Little Rann was surreal. It reminded me how diverse and unique India’s wildlife truly is.
From the bustling streets of Bhuj to the ancient ruins of Dholavira, Gujarat unfolded like a living museum. Bhuj was alive with handicrafts and local flavors, while Dholavira connected us to the Harappan civilization—walking through those ruins felt like touching history itself.
At Lakhpat Fort, perched on the edge of the Arabian Sea, we found solitude. The fort’s walls whispered stories of traders, travelers, and time gone by.
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27. Kodachadri and Kollur
Some journeys are about fun, and some are about purpose. My Kodachadri trek gave me both. I’ve done it twice—once as part of a cleanup drive, and another time as a fun-filled adventure with friends. Each trip had its own flavor, but together they’ve become chapters of a story I’ll never forget.
Our journey began at the historic Shivappa Nayaka’s fort in Hosanagara. Standing amidst the ruins, we felt the weight of history before stepping into the wilderness. It was the perfect prologue to the trek ahead.
From mountains to the sea, our trip flowed seamlessly. Maravanthe beach, with the highway running parallel to the Arabian Sea, was mesmerizing. At Alvekodi beach, the calm waves and golden sands gave us the perfect spot to unwind.
No trip is complete without food, and ours ended on the sweetest note. At Summers in Bhatkal, we indulged in the legendary Gudbud ice cream. One wasn’t enough—everyone had two! The laughter over melting scoops was the perfect finale to a trip that had everything.
28. Horanadu, Kalasa, Hanumagundi falls and Kudremukha
Travel often feels like reading a book—each journey is a chapter, each place a story. My adventures in Karnataka’s Malnad region gave me two unforgettable chapters: one in the misty peaks of Kuduremukha, and another in the cascading beauty of Somavathi and Hanumagundi waterfalls.
The trek to Kudremukha, one of Karnataka’s most iconic peaks, was a journey through misty landscapes and rolling grasslands. The trail wound through dense forests, open meadows, and streams that sparkled under the morning light. Every turn revealed a new view—clouds drifting across valleys, hills fading into the horizon, and the raw beauty of the Western Ghats.
But this trek wasn’t just about scenery. Halfway up, my ligament injury flared up, turning the climb into a test of endurance. Each step demanded patience and grit, yet the thought of reaching the summit kept me moving. The pain was real, but so was the determination.
At the peak, the reward was overwhelming—the panoramic view of endless green ridges and mist-laden skies. Standing there, I realized that Kudremukha wasn’t just a trek; it was a lesson in resilience. The mountain gave me more than a view—it gave me strength.
The day after my trek, still carrying the strain of a ligament injury, I chose not to rest but to explore more of Malnad’s treasures. Pain was a quiet companion, but curiosity was stronger.
At Somavathi Jalapatha, the water slipped gracefully into a serene pool, its calmness soothing both body and mind. In contrast, Hanumagundi Jalapatha roared with untamed energy, reminding me of nature’s raw power.
Scattered around these waterfalls were temples and shrines, each adding a spiritual rhythm to the adventure. Together, they revealed that Malnad is not just about landscapes—it is a blend of culture, faith, and harmony with nature.
Even with the ligament pain, the journey felt complete. Malnad taught me that sometimes strength is not in ignoring pain, but in carrying it with grace while embracing the beauty around you.
And to seal the experience, a visit to Kollur followed by a simple yet soulful dinner at the temple made the trip whole—an ending that combined devotion, community, and nourishment in the most authentic way.
29. Exploring Hoysala Architecture solo
When I set out to explore the legacy of the Hoysalas, I knew it would be more than just a sightseeing trip. Staying in Belur gave me the perfect base, and from there, the temples unfolded like chapters in a grand epic.
Belur’s Chennakeshava Temple was my starting point. Its star-shaped platform, lathe-turned pillars, and sculptures of dancers and deities felt like poetry in stone. Standing in front of the main sanctum, I could almost hear the echoes of centuries of devotion.
Next came Halebidu, once the capital of the Hoysalas. I explored not just the famous Hoysaleswara Temple, but also the Kedareshwara Temple and the basadis (Jain temples). Each site revealed a different facet of Hoysala artistry—mythology, philosophy, and sheer craftsmanship.
From Halebidu, I moved to Belavadi, where the Veer Narayana Temple stood in quiet dignity. Its trikuta (three sanctum) design and intricate carvings made it feel like a hidden jewel, less crowded but equally mesmerizing.
The next stop was Doddagaddavalli, home to the Lakshmi Devi Temple. Built in 1114 CE, it stood apart with its four shrines and fierce depictions of Kali. The village setting added to its charm—simple, serene, and timeless.
At Koravangala, the Ishvara Temple awaited. Its star-shaped plan and detailed sculptures were a reminder of how even lesser-known Hoysala temples carry the same grandeur as their famous counterparts.
The journey didn’t end in Hassan. The following week, I traveled to Somnathpura near Mysuru, where the Keshava Temple stood as a masterpiece of symmetry and sculpture. Every panel seemed alive, narrating stories from the epics.
30. Sikkim
My journey to Sikkim was brief but unforgettable. I explored Tsango Lake, Gangtok, and the Indo-China border, each offering a unique glimpse into the state’s beauty and spirit.
The serene Tsango Lake, surrounded by snow-clad peaks, felt like stepping into another world. Its still waters reflected the grandeur of the Himalayas, while nearby monasteries added a cultural and spiritual touch.
Visiting the Indo-China border was a powerful experience. The highlight was the war museum, where I learned about India’s victory in a battle against China in this region. That history speaks volumes about the resilience and courage of the soldiers who defended the land.
The story of Baba Harbhajan Singh, the “ghost soldier,” adds a mystical aura here. Soldiers believe his spirit still protects the border, warning them of dangers. His temple near Nathu La stands as a symbol of faith, sacrifice, and eternal guardianship.
Sikkim is not just about landscapes—it’s about the layers of history, culture, and spirituality woven into its fabric. From the mystical aura of Tsango Lake to the echoes of bravery at the border, every moment carried meaning. The combination of nature, monasteries, and the war museum gave me a different kind of experience—one that was both grounding and elevating.
I haven’t yet visited Lakshadweep, Punjab, the Seven Sister states in the North East, Agra, Jharkhand, Bihar, the Sundarbans, or Madhya Pradesh. Once I explore these destinations, my list of experiences may change.
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The biased 3
There are 4 places I haven’t included in the list, yet they remain very close to my heart. Perhaps I’m a little biased — one lies near my native town, and the other two are woven into childhood memories of visiting my grandmother’s home. I still have many more biased places to share, which I’ll cover in my upcoming post.
Jog Falls
Just eighteen kilometers from my home,the Sharavathi leaps into the void,
and becomes Jog Falls —
a symphony of four voices: Raja, Rani, Roarer, and Rocket.
When the monsoon awakens,
the cascades thunder in full glory,
mist rising like incense,
rainbows arching across the valley.
It is not just water falling —
it is life itself, rushing, roaring, reminding.
Standing before this spectacle,
I feel no distance, no separation.
The world dissolves into spray and sound,
and in that moment,
nothing comes close to the experience of watching Jog in its full strength.
The falls pour into me an unlimited hope to live,
as if each drop whispers:
storms may rage, cliffs may loom,
but life always finds a way to leap forward.
Jog Falls is not just near my home —
it is near my soul,
a place where nature teaches me
to breathe deeper,
to stand taller,
to live with hope unending.
Maravante , Kundapur
Most beautiful things carry a touch of danger, and Maravanthe is no exception.Here, the sunset is a masterpiece — the horizon ablaze in gold and crimson, mirrored by both river and sea. As the waves crash and explode against the shore, you feel transported into another world, a realm where nature speaks in thunder and spray.
The sea is not just water; it is a mirror of the mind.Its restless surges echo our inner turmoil, the chaos we carry within. Yet, as time passes, the waves soften, their fury dissolving into rhythm. In that gentle retreat, the ocean teaches us calm — reminding us that storms, whether in nature or in thought, always give way to peace.
Maravanthe is thus both a warning and a wonder.A place where beauty dazzles, danger lurks, and the sea itself becomes a philosopher, whispering lessons of turbulence and tranquility.
Alvekodi
Every person has a place that shapes them, a corner of the world that feels like home no matter how far life takes them. For me, that place is Alvekodi, my granny’s village, where the Alvekodi river meets the Arabian Sea.
Right at the joining point of river and sea stands the Durgaparameshwari Temple. Its presence has always been a quiet guardian of the land, watching over generations. Today, a marriage hall stands nearby, and it holds a special place in my heart—because my own marriage happened here.
Most of my holidays as a child were spent in Alvekodi, under the warmth of my granny’s care. The rhythm of the waves, the rustle of coconut palms, and the calm of the river shaped my earliest connection to nature.
I often wandered to the beach, sat by the shore, and scribbled lines in the sand or on paper. The sea became my muse, its endless horizon teaching me how to dream and how to write. That’s how my journey into poetry began—born from solitude, waves, and the quiet companionship of nature.
Alvekodi is more than just a place—it’s a part of me. It gave me family memories, a sacred temple, the setting for my marriage, and the spark that ignited my love for writing. Whenever I think of it, I feel the same peace I felt as a child, sitting by the sea and letting words flow.
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