My travels in pictures and words. Monday, 15 November 2010. A change in Scene! Dear all, My blog Carry a Compass has shifted to a new place in a better, shinier, friendlier avatar. Do drop by and follow me there. My posts will be more regular as well. Up and Down the Dhauladhar Day 3. Continued from Up and Down the Dahuladhar Day 2. Was so severe- it had a magnitude of 7. 8 on the Richter scale- that much of old Dharamshala was leveled and .

Saturday, April 2, 2011. Toil, for you cant find relief. Your mates sing by the mejhi;. Bound yourself in knots,. Hold,the reins of your desire. On xewali-fragrant autumn dusks;.

I wish I could think of something in German. Tuesday, January 29, 2013. A trip to an Indian village. Grandchildren coalesce around a frail woman. And the biting winters,. The Women of the House lost in the dark. Their shadows floating on the mud walls. To watch out for flying sparks. The moon and the stars shine brighter. Than the dim lit bulb powered by a generator.

So, what have I been doing? Writing academic papers, drinking, attending classes, sleeping, walking, angsting, wanting to write uncontrollably but unable to, wanting to learn and unlearn, getting bored of what I like, searching for new things to like.

Does tell a wonderful story of the shine on India Shining. Saturday, September 03, 2011. The Remembrance of Things Past. So off we cantered in that direction to be welcomed with open arms by this alleged space of moral decrepitude. This needless to say had been the trajec.

She said she is old enough to face the dawn. You said she is a mood. I said lets get wet in dreamfall. I cannot write about writing letters. I can only promise the letters would etch troubled seasons. Spring had its uprising and them their partings. We simply count till it turns zero. I never quite liked changes, I resisted questions. It could be Juice Newton and just Belafonte. It could be the tremulous strings of my guitar and your trembling voice.