A sub-story from a trip to Ladakh.
Last semester, I was finishing up an assignment when I started day dreaming. This was was I was thinking about...
My driver drove slowly, while I stood surveying my men at the back. As I passed, each regiment raised their right hand in a perfect salute. I smiled to myself. This was it. This was perfection to the highest degree. How could anyone hope to beat this invincible force of power? I saluted back forcefully,... Continue Reading →
Part 2 of a bunch of stories from my Turkey trip. All in random order. All pictures from this trip were taken by a Moto G2.
Part 1 of a bunch of stories from my Turkey trip. All in random order.. All pictures from this trip were taken by a Moto G2.
On a weekend outing in Izmir, I met a Syrian refugee. Here's his story...
Blurred shapes appeared before me as I opened my eyes. Gunshots and mortar shells resonated in the background. Groaning, I picked myself up and propped up against a tree. The sergeant I'd had breakfast with that morning lay dead next to me. That grenade had killed everyone in my platoon. The thought of all... Continue Reading →
I really don't know where this is going to go but lately it has been incresingly suggested to me that I really should write more about my trips. They all inevitably end up having at least one interesting story. Also, I've been wanting to write for a while now. A blog was the perfect outlet. So, thanks to... Continue Reading →