The amazing souls at ICH Waidhan.

After completing a week in Waidhan, the town had almost become a nightmare for my tastebuds that are used to coconut oil and the south indian way of cooking. I was forced to have aloo parathas albeit hesitantly, notwithstanding my body's troubled relationship with gluten. That was when I had a glance over the ICH …

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Justice, me and a bike ride.

If I am asked what defines me, I'd say curiosity. The curiosity of a five years-old that drives him to open an abandoned box he found on the street. I think I never grew up - I still trust strangers, I listen to their stories, and I yearn to wander. I make immature decisions, and I'm impulsive.