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Nestled in the vast expanse of Lahaul and Spiti lies the little hamlet of Sissu. With just over two thousand residents, sheltered by the towering Himalayas and connected to the rest of the world by a single tunnel, life here moves slower. It runs on travellers and passersby seeking refuge from long journeys - only for a night or two. No one really comes here with an agenda. It’s almost overlooked by wayfarers, just 15 km from Keylong, which offers the “proper facilities” and

Friendship in your 20s is a season in-between. Scattered through cities, both old and unseen- half in love, half in heartbreak, half in the jobs we take, and in the dreams we make, Running through leases, through plans and through places, nothing quite settles, it all shifts its faces. You hold on to the ones you love, but they’re away. You meet someone new, but don’t know what to say. You’re just learning their rhythms, the phrases that they use, the food they swear by, the

Gurgaon was never supposed to be a city. It was scrubland, blue cows, and dusty farms. But as India flung open its economy in the 1990s, the wild west of Haryana was carved into plots, gated into possibility, and sold as the new face of Indian modernity. Today, skyscrapers glint under a harsh sun, malls outnumber municipal parks, and Mercedes-Benzes run over potholes that run deeper than the city’s sense of irony. I didn’t move to Gurgaon for its charm. No one really does. Yo