A Winter Call to the Himalayas For Gauri Hariprasad, a 33-year-old solo traveller, winter has always carried a quiet charm. The idea of exploring Spiti Valley in December was not about chasing dramatic moments or ticking off destinations, but about experiencing the stillness, raw landscapes, and slow rhythm of life

The idea started over a coffee catch-up. Srishti and I, old college buddies who turned travel addicts, were flipping through photos from our last trek in Himachal, earlier this summer. With snow-capped peaks glowing on the screen and wanderlust in our hearts, one name came up again and again—Spiti.

The fire danced in the chilly breeze as Abhishek sat back, his eyes locked on the star-filled sky above Chandratal Lake. It was unlike anything he had ever seen- a vast ocean of stars, brighter and closer than they appeared anywhere else. His wife, brother, and sister sat quietly beside

Holi is my favourite festival. It’s colourful, full of life, and always an absolute banger. But this year, I craved something different. My partner and I decided to step away from the regular Holi chaos—no blaring music or crowded Holi parties. Instead, we chose to celebrate the festival

“On two wheels, I danced with the winds of Spiti, the road ahead vanished into the sky, and I found freedom in the wild beauty that stunned my soul. Every mile was a verse, every peak a silent witness to the journey within; each curve, a brushstroke on the canvas

Who says a family trip to Spiti cannot be fun? My dad always used to talk about his college best friend who he lost contact with over the time. He talks about their college memories and different places they travelled together back in those days. One trip that he cherishes