I woke up on the morning of my much-anticipated (and very overplanned) trip to Málaga fully convinced that sheer willpower would cure a 101-degree fever and a nonstop runny nose overnight. Spoiler alert: it didn’t. Madrid greeted me with a cold but sunny morning, and I felt exactly the same. Harshit did the responsible thing…

I glanced out of the window, feeling the warm rush of the breeze, and signaled Harshit to slow down.“We’re at the Maravanthe stretch!” I said, my voice tinged with excitement, my eyes scanning the horizon.“I can’t see the river though… should we take a U-turn?” he asked.“It’s better in the photos,” I replied, my voice…

You may be wondering about the place we are talking about. Is it so? It was our third beautiful morning in Ladakh. The sun had come out, the wind was chilly, and we were ready to have our first meal of the day. Our host, Tashi Tsetan, served us a delicious hot breakfast. It was…