Miles&Memories

 Jab Rait ne Kahaani Sunayi ... “Raat ke andhere mein, jab chandni rait par bikhar gayi, Tab samjha, safar sirf manzil tak ka nahi hota...” Pura din Jaisalmer ke qile ki galiyon mein kho gaya tha. Sunehre pattharon se bani haveliyaan, rangon se bhare bazaar, aur har kone se gujarti ek kahani — lagta tha sheher ab bhi kisi raja ki yaadon mein jee raha ho. Par asli jaadu... toh sheher ke bahar tha. Thar ka Registan. जब ऊँट की पीठ पर बैठा, और पीछे छूटने लगा शोर... Saanjh dhal rahi thi. Peele aasman mein suraj ne apne aakhri rang bikher diye the. Main ek camel safari ke liye nikal chuka tha — peechhe sheher chhoot gaya tha, aur aage sirf khaamoshi thi. Registan mein hawa bhi kahaani ban jaati hai. Kabhi lagta koi purani dastaan suna rahi ho, kabhi aisa jaise kisi ne dil ki baat hawaon mein uda di ho. .. रात का वो सन्नाटा... और रेत की गोद में एक अलाव. Raat ko hum ek camp tak pahuche. Aas-paas sirf rait ke teele, ek bonfire, kuch local folk singers... aur upar tare — uncountable. Ek mome...

    बुलावा, एक अनुभव . > "ये कोई साधारण यात्रा नहीं... ये एक बुलावा है। वो जब पुकारते हैं, तब ही रास्ता बनता है।" हर साल लाखों श्रद्धालु अमरनाथ की पवित्र गुफा तक का कठिन सफर तय करते हैं। ये यात्रा सिर्फ धार्मिक नहीं, बल्कि आध्यात्मिक भी है – एक आत्मा का शिव से मिलन। अमरनाथ यात्रा के दो रूट – बालटाल और पहलगाम पहलगाम रूट (46 किमी ) प्रचलित, सुंदर लेकिन लंबा रास्ता: पहलगाम → चंदनवाड़ी → शेषनाग → पंचतरणी → गुफा बालटाल रूट (14 किमी ) छोटा लेकिन कठिन रास्ता: बालटाल → डोमेल → अमरनाथ गुफा पंजीकरण कैसे करें (2025 अपडेट) यात्रा केवल पंजीकरण और मेडिकल सर्टिफिकेट के बाद ही संभव है। ऑनलाइन रजिस्ट्रेशन: jksasb.nic.in ऑफलाइन: कई बैंकों की शाखाओं में भी रजिस्ट्रेशन संभव है यात्रा का अनुभव – हर मोड़ पर शिव .   पहलगाम से चंदनवाड़ी तक. देवदार के जंगलों से होते हुए, लिद्दर नदी के किनारे से गुज़रती ये यात्रा शुरुआत से ही आपको प्रकृति और ईश्वर दोनों के करीब ले जाती है। शेषनाग – जहां सन्नाटा बोलता है . शेषनाग झील का नीला पानी और आस-पास की बर्फीली चोटियाँ आपको हर सांस में "ॐ नमः शिवाय" ...

जब सूर्य की पहली किरण किसी प्राचीन मंदिर की कलश पर पड़ती है, तो लगता है जैसे सदियों पुरानी आस्था फिर से जीवंत हो उठती है। भारत, जहाँ हर पत्थर एक कहानी कहता है, वहाँ मंदिर केवल पूजा स्थल नहीं हैं - वे संस्कृति, शिल्पकला, और अध्यात्म का जीवंत इतिहास हैं। 1. मंदिरों की उत्पत्ति: वेदों से मंदिरों तक भारत में मंदिर निर्माण की परंपरा वेदों से जुड़ी है। वेदकालीन यज्ञ स्थलों को ही आगे चलकर मंदिरों का रूप दिया गया। वेदों में मूर्ति पूजा का स्पष्ट उल्लेख नहीं मिलता, लेकिन उपनिषदों और पुराणों के काल में देवी-देवताओं की मूर्तियों और मंदिरों की परंपरा पुष्ट हुई। 2. प्राचीन मंदिर – जहां पत्थर भी बोलते हैं खजुराहो (म.प्र.): 10वीं शताब्दी में चंदेल वंश द्वारा बनाए गए ये मंदिर प्रेम, कला और जीवन के विविध रूपों को दर्शाते हैं। कोणार्क सूर्य मंदिर (ओडिशा): सूर्य देव को समर्पित यह रथ के आकार का मंदिर वास्तुकला का अद्भुत उदाहरण है। बृहदेश्वर मंदिर (तमिलनाडु): चोल साम्राज्य द्वारा 11वीं सदी में निर्मित, यह मंदिर शक्ति और विज्ञान का संगम है। 3. उत्तर और दक्षिण भारत की वास्तुकला का अंतर ...

  “Kabhi kabhi zindagi se ek lamha chura lena chahiye,   Jahan sirf khamoshi ho, aur door kahin pahaadon ki aahatein...” Sheher ab thak chuka tha… aur main bhi. Traffic ki cheekh-pukaar, deadlines ka bojh, aur har subah ek hi sawaal — "Kya main khud se door ho gaya hoon?" Us din subah, maine koi notification nahi dekha… sirf ek awaaz suni — Himalaya bula raha tha. Ek Rasta Jo Kahin Nahi Jaata, Par Sab Kuch Dikhata Hai Himalaya mein sirf pahad nahi hote… yahaan har mod par ek kahani chhupi hoti hai. Manali ke raste par chalte hue, jab pehla barf ka tukda haathon mein aaya, to laga jaise waqt ruk gaya ho. Ek side par behata Beas nadi ka nirmal geet, doosri taraf insaan ke shabdon se pare ek prakriti ka sannata . Aur us sannate mein... main tha. Akela, lekin adhura nahi. Jahan Aasmaan Jhuk Kar Pahaadon Ko Choomta Hai Spiti ke barren landscapes ho ya Kasol ke pine forests... Himalaya ek canvas hai — khud ko dobara paane ka. Ek local baba ne kaha, “ Yeh pahaad sirf ...

📍Location: Doodhpathri, Kashmir 🗓️ Date: July 15, 2025 After days of continuous rainfall and temporary closures, the scenic meadow of Doodhpathri in Kashmir is finally open for tourists again. Local authorities confirmed that roads are now cleared, and safety measures have been taken for visitors. “Pahadon ka jadoo wapas laut aaya hai,” said a local hotel owner. The lush green pastures, fresh air, and misty weather have once again turned Doodhpathri into a monsoon dreamland. Tourists are advised to carry warm clothes and rain gear while enjoying the views. 📷 What You Can Do There: Horse riding through pine forests Sip kahwa by the flowing stream Take Insta-worthy shots of the foggy meadows ⚠️ Travel Tip: Keep a check on local weather updates and road conditions before heading out.

  There are places you visit, and then there are places that heal you. Mount Abu, Rajasthan’s only hill station, isn't just a cool escape from the desert heat - it's a whispering land where clouds kiss temples and time slows to match the rhythm of your breath. First Glimpse: Wrapped in Mist. As I rode up the winding roads, the fog slowly wrapped around the trees like a secret. Every turn brought a silence that didn’t feel empty - it felt full. Full of stories, of prayers, of peace. I remember rolling down the window and letting the chilled breeze touch my face. It felt like the hills were welcoming me home.   The Soul of the Mountain – Dilwara Temples. No camera can truly capture the feeling you get inside the marble halls of Dilwara. The carvings are not just art - they’re emotion carved in stone. You stand there, looking at centuries of devotion etched into pillars, and you wonder… when was the last time you felt this still.   Sunset Point – Not Just a View. Everyone ta...

Kuch jagah humein sirf nazaron se nahi,  andar se choo jaati hain. Main Jibhi gaya tha break lene... aur wapas lauta toh sirf main nahi tha, meri tanhai bhi badal chuki thi. 📍 1. Jibhi: The Village That Hums in Silence . Jibhi koi tourist spot nahi... yeh ek feeling hai. Pine trees ke beech, ek wooden cottage... aur ek khidki jahan se sirf hara rang dikhai deta hai. Yahan waqt ka matlab sirf sunrise aur sunset hota hai. 💧 2. Waterfall Jahan Sochte Sochte Bheeg Gaya Jibhi waterfall ke paas baithke maine apne andar ke shor ko suna. Paani girta raha, main bhi dheere dheere behne laga. Zindagi kuch der ke liye ruki — aur wahi sabse pyara lamha tha. ☕ 3. Tandoor Ki Garmahat Aur                      Anjaane Log . Homestay wale uncle ne kahwa banaya. Baaton baaton mein purani kahaniyaan nikalne lagi. Jibhi mein strangers bhi parivaar lagte hain. 🛤️ 4. It's Not About Going                ...

 Kabhi socha hai... duniya ki bheed se nikal kar, kisi aise raaste par chalne ki koshish karien jahan sirf hara rang ho. Jahan pedon ke jhund apne baahon mein le lein, aur jahan hawa bhi aapka naam le kar guzar jaaye. Doodhpathri , Kashmir ka ek chhupa hua jannat, wahi jagah hai – jahan zindagi ruk sakti hai, aur waqt apne paon se chalne lagta hai ... Yeh jagah hai... ek kahaani jaisi Kashmir ke Budgam district mein chhupa hua yeh valley, ek khula canvas hai. Doodh jaisi safed dhund , hara bhara ghaas ka farsh , aur deodar ke pedon ka guard of honour – har mod par ek nayi nazm likhi ja sakti hai.   Barish ki ek boond yahan sargam lagti hai. Yeh koi tourist spot nahi hai – yeh ek feeling hai. Jab badal sir ke upar se guzarte hain, aur zameen se khushboo uthti hai – tab samajh aata hai ki safar sirf manzil tak pahuchna nahi hota, balki jeena hota hai.   Safar ka ek tukda: Budgam se Doodhpathri. Srinagar se lagbhag 45 km ke drive ke baad, jab aap Doodhpathri ke paas pahuc...

 "Kahi jaana zaroori nahi hota… kabhi kabhi khud se milne ke liye bhi nikalna padta hai . Sheher thak chuka tha… aur main bhi. Traffic, deadlines, Insta stories, aur vohi purani chai ki dukan… Zindagi ek loop ban gayi thi — predictable, noisy, aur thodi si fake. Ek din subah 4 baje, bina kisi plan ke, main nikal gaya. Kaha jaana hai, ye nahi pata tha… Par lagta tha raaste mujhe dhoond lenge. 🌌 Spiti – Jahan Khamoshi Bolti Hai Woh pahadi raaste the — khamosh, lekin bolne wale. Main Spiti pahucha, ek chhoti si homestay me — network se bilkul door. Na koi Instagram, na koi notification. Bas main… aur woh aasmaan, jisme sitare itne paas lagte the jaise kisi ne haath se jod ke rakhe ho. Raat ke 2 baje… main chhat pe blanket leke baitha tha. Pehli baar laga… ki zindagi theher gayi hai. Pehli baar, main sirf “main” tha — koi role nahi, koi label nahi 🍂 Raste Kabhi Khaali Nahi Hote Ek aurat mili, 60 saal ki, jinki aankhon me Himalaya tha. Usne bola: "Raaste sirf chaln...

  Dear Wind, You didn’t howl. You whispered. In Spiti, even the mountains speak in silence. I tried listening… and for the first time, I heard myself. The roads were dust and danger, but the skies — they were soft, like childhood memories. A monk waved at me from a rooftop. No words. Just eyes that had seen centuries pass. At Key Monastery, prayers floated like incense. I sat there, not asking for anything. And yet, I received peace. Spiti didn’t greet me. It watched me — like it’s seen many before me, and will watch many after. But that one night under the Milky Way, with only the cold and cosmos for company — I think, just for a second, you embraced me back. Always listening, Vikram.

  Dear Lake Pichola, You didn’t rush me. You never do. That morning, I sat by your banks — feet dangling, heart dangling too. And you waited. Until my tea cooled. Until my thoughts warmed. Udaipur doesn’t chase moments. It lets them sit beside you. On ghats, in gullies, in windows that don’t shut. I met a man who paints miniatures. He told me: " You can't hurry beauty. " And suddenly, I understood you. The palace on water didn’t try to impress. It simply existed — like breath, like old love that no longer needs words. You gave me a day that felt like a decade — but in the best way. Until we meet again, Vikram.

  Dear Ganga, I came here looking for noise — waterfalls, chants, chaos. But you gave me silence. The kind that doesn’t echo, just sits quietly inside. I watched the Ganga Aarti with hundreds, but felt like you were only looking at me. You didn’t speak, but you heard everything. Even the things I hadn’t told myself. There was a monk under the peepal tree, counting beads like memories. There was a dog who walked with me for 2km, then just stopped — like he knew I was okay now. You healed something, Rishikesh. Not loudly, not all at once. But gently — like the river that never stops, just flows... even when no one is watching. Always on the road, Vikram.

Delhi Ke Flavours Jo Sirf Akele Me Samajh Aate Hain.   “Kuch khaane akelay hi ache lagte hain… jaise Khameer ki roti, ya purani Delhi ka nihari.” 1. Lotan ke Chole Kulche – Chawri Bazar 70 saal se sirf ek chaat plate; log ab bhi subah 7 baje line me lagte hain. Mirchi level: fire. Flavour level: memory. Pro tip: Dahi zaroor lena; warna aankh bhi bhar aayegi. 2. Baba Nagpal ke Chole Bhature – Lajpat Nagar Forget fancy cafes. This is the real brunch of Delhi. Crispy bhature, masaledaar chole, or crowd jo sirf food language me baat karta hai. Solo log yaha sabse zyada tasty feel karte hain. Kyunki distraction zero. 3. Daulat ki Chaat – Chandni Chowk (Seasonal) Cloud-like foam, saffron, or milk magic. Only available in winters, only in old Delhi. You don’t eat it; you experience it. A food memory that melts before your brain can store it. 4. Changezi Chicken – Daryaganj Old school Mughlai with a bold heart. Spicy, greasy, aur...

 रात के 11 बज रहे थे।   मुंबई CSMT स्टेशन पर हल्की‑फुल्की बारिश हो रही थी, और प्लेटफॉर्म पर वो पुरानी सी गूंज — जैसे हर सफ़र की शुरुआत से पहले होती है।   हम चार दोस्त, ज्यादा कुछ सोचे बिना Konkan Kanya Express में चढ़ गए — मंज़िल थी: दुधसागर फॉल्स। ट्रेन ने जैसे ही शहर छोड़ा, सब शांत हो गया।   खिड़की के बाहर बारिश की बूँदें दौड़ रही थीं, और अंदर — हर कोई अपने–अपने ख्यालों में खोया हुआ। रात का वो हिस्सा, जब सब सो रहे होते हैं और सिर्फ़ ट्रेन की आवाज़ साथ देती है, वो बहुत खास होता है।   हमने खिड़की से बाहर देखा — काला आसमान, भीगी पटरियाँ और हर स्टेशन पर ठहरी हुई नींद। **सुबह 4:12 — पहली झलक** Castle Rock स्टेशन के बाद सब चुप थे।   हमें पता था — बस एक टनल और, फिर सामने होगा दुधसागर जलप्रपात। और फिर — जैसे ही ट्रेन अंधेरे से बाहर आई, सामने था एक ज़िंदा सपना।   सफेद पानी की मोटी धार, पहाड़ से गिरती हुई, और हम ठीक उसके सामने पुल पर। बिना कुछ कहे सब बस खामोश होकर खिड़की से चिपक गए। > वो झरना नहीं था, जैसे किसी ने आसमान को धरती...

 "Kuch yaadein baarish ki tarah hoti hain — kab aayi, kab chali gayi, pata hi nahi chalta... bas dil bheeg jaata hai." ☔ Jab Bina Plan Ke Nikal Gaye July ka woh weekend tha — na tickets book thi, na destination fix. Bas ek message: "Bhai, kahin chalte hain. Baarish dekhni hai, phone se nahi... aankhon se." Aur hum nikal gaye. 🚗 Gaadi Mein Dosti Aur Geeli Hawa Gaadi chali, window khuli, aur baarish andar tak aa gayi — sif car mein nahi… humare beech wali khamoshi mein bhi. Ek ne gaana chalu kiya — wo college wala gaana jo hum hamesha ignore karte the kyunki uske saath yaadein chipki thi. Us din sab gaaye. Kisi ne kuch bola nahi… par sab keh gaye. 🫖 Rasta, Chai, Aur Wo Ek Adhura Joke Highway ke side mein ek choti si chai tapri. Baarish tez thi. Awaaz dhoondhne par bhi nahi milti thi. Lekin hum hans rahe the… ek purana joke leke jo har baar adhura chhoda tha — kyunki hamesha koi break-up, job ya zindagi ka twist aa jaata tha. Is baar hum...

  🌴 Kochi – Where Even the Wind Whispers History It began in Kochi — sea breeze, white-washed churches, and lanes heavy with stories. In Fort Kochi, the walls don’t just have graffiti — they hold timelines. A local fisherman smiled and said, “The fish are fewer now… but the stories still swim here.”   🚣‍♂️ Alleppey – Where the River Learns to Speak As we stepped into the houseboat in Alleppey, it felt like life hit pause. Water all around, homes floating in silence — like the world had been tucked inside a soft blue dream. Three friends, one boat, and a smiling boatman who said: “Here, GPS doesn’t work. Memories do.” Coconut curry by sunset, firefly lights by night, and a fresh river waiting every morning. ☕ Munnar – Where Tea and Mist Talk to Your Soul Then came Munnar — where hills speak in hush tones. Fog wrapped around us like a conversation, and a chai-wali aunty handed us not just tea… but calm. There was no WiFi there — but the connection...

Baarish ho rahi hai. Window ke bahar dhundh hai. Teen doston ka backpack bheeg raha hai. Lekin chehra nahi — vo to kisi aur hi world mein kho gaya hai. Dialogue: “Yahan aake lagta hai… hum sheher mein zyada rehe gaye the.” Day 1: Shillong — Sheher Jaisa, Par Sheher Nahi Shillong mein roads smooth hain, par hum sab thode rough the. Ek café mila, naam tha — “Tranquil Soul” . Ek ne coffee order ki, dusre ne silence. Jitni baarish baahar thi, utni hi andar bhi. Par café ke kone mein baji ek purani Kishore da ki line: Sab kuch thoda thehra sa lagne laga. Day 2: Cherrapunji — Baadal Ko Haath Lagta Hai “Yahan log chhat nahi banate… kyunki baarish unka farsh hai.” Ek trek pe nikal gaye — jahan paani ne rasta banaya, aur humne sirf pairon ka bharosa rakha. Double Decker Root Bridge tak pahunchte pahunchte, Ek dost bolta hai — “Yeh koi bridge nahi… ek zindagi ka sabak hai — patience + time = magic.”   Day 3: Dawki — Nadi Jismein Aap Apne Aap Ko Dekh Sakte Ho Paani itna saaf...

  🏞️ “Jheelon Ke Sheher Mein Akele — Udaipur Diaries” "Kabhi-kabhi akele safar par nikalna, khud se milne ka tareeqa ban jaata hai." Jab log Udaipur jaane ki baat karte hain, toh unke zehan mein hawa mahalon, rajwado aur jheelon ka nazara hota hai. Mere liye, Udaipur ek aur wajah se khaas tha — apne aap se ek aur baar milne ki jagah. 🚉 Safar ki Pehli Tasveer Subah ka ek train ride tha — khidki se dhoop ki halki roshni andar aa rahi thi. Music chal raha tha: "Ilahi mera jee aaye aaye..." Main sirf dekh raha tha — fields, station, log... aur kahin na kahin apni thoughts. Udaipur pahunchte hi jo pehli cheez mehsoos hui: shaanti. Sheher ki hawa mein ek sukoon tha — jaise har gali, har jheel kuch kahna chahti ho. 🏰 City Palace & Lake Pichola Main sabse pehle gaya City Palace — rajsi virasat ka ek zinda itihas. Un unche darwazon ke beech chalte hue laga jaise waqt thoda dheere chalne laga ho. Shaam tak Lake Pichola ke kinare baitha raha. Jag Mandir aur Lak...

  🌿 SafarNama: Ek Akele Musafir ki Rishikesh Diary "Kuch safar manzil ke liye hote hain, aur kuch apne aap se milne ke liye." Solo travel ka khayal hamesha se mere dil ke kareeb tha. Ek din bas itna socha — “Ab aur intezaar nahi.” Ek raat Delhi ki bheed se thak kar, maine apna chhota sa backpack uthaya aur nikal pada — Rishikesh ki taraf. 🚂 Safar ki Shuruaat Subah ki pehli kirnon ke saath, train ne mujhe Haridwar tak chhoda. Wahan se ek shared auto pakad kar, main Rishikesh pahucha. Ganga ki thandi hawa ne jaise mera swaagat kiya. Pehli baar mehsoos hua ki shor ke baahar bhi ek zindagi hoti hai — khamosh, lekin puri tarah zinda. 🕉️ Lakshman Jhula aur Shaant Ghat Rishikesh pahunchte hi sabse pehle main gaya Lakshman Jhula — jahan se Ganga ka nazara seedha dil ko chhoo jaata hai. Fir main chala gaya Parmarth Niketan Ghat , jahan shaam ki Ganga Aarti ne mujhe andar se hilaa diya. Akele baith kar, maine apne aap se ek arsa baad baat ki. Us shaam, bina kisi network ke, ...