There are some places where the air itself seems to hum with devotion. Standing on the banks of the mighty Brahmaputra, feeling the gentle breeze carry the faint sound of temple bells, you can’t help but feel a deep sense of peace wash over you. This is the feeling
There's a special kind of magic that begins the moment your car leaves the bustling plains of Siliguri and starts its gentle climb towards the hills. The air suddenly feels crisper, the world turns a hundred shades of green, and the city's hum is replaced by
There's a certain magic in the air of Assam, a spiritual pull that you can feel from the banks of the mighty Brahmaputra. It’s a feeling that guides countless hearts towards the sacred foothills of Chandra Bharati Hill, into the divine embrace of the Doul Govinda Temple.
There are some places where the air itself feels heavy with stories. Stand on the banks of the Hooghly River in Bandel, and you'll know exactly what I mean. The gentle lapping of the water against the ghats, the distant toll of a church bell, the scent of
Kabhi kabhi sheher ka shor, office ki tension aur roz ki bhaag-daud mann par itni haavi ho jaati hai ki dil bas ek hi cheez maangta hai - thodi si shaanti, thoda sa sukoon. Agar aap bhi aisi hi kisi jagah ki talaash mein hain, jahaan prakriti ki goad mein
Some cities are just places on a map, but others hold the very heart of a nation’s story. Porbandar, gracefully resting on Gujarat's coastline, is one such place. It’s more than just the birthplace of Mahatma Gandhi; it’s a town where every breeze from the
Sometimes, the most beautiful stories are not found in books, but in places that are whispered about, tucked away from the rush of the world. I found one such story in Chirang, a district nestled in the loving embrace of Assam's Bodoland Territorial Region. It’s not just
Imagine standing in a quiet village, the air filled with the scent of wet earth. Before you is a simple stone slab, but it's not just any stone. It’s a portal to the past. On its surface are letters carved over 1500 years ago, the very first
There is a special magic in the air of Assam, a land nourished by the mighty Brahmaputra. It’s a magic woven from the rustle of Muga silk, the melody of a Bihu song, and the power of stories passed down through generations. For decades, the keepers of these stories,