Mumbai was home for over two decades, a city still holding a special place in my heart. It’s where I kickstarted my journey as a software professional, diving headfirst into the startup world. It was nothing short of a dream for someone passionate about technology—building products, solving problems, and collaborating with incredible teams. I was so in love with my work that I never paused to think about anything else.
But one day, the spark dimmed. The dream ended abruptly, and even months later, things didn’t feel right. That’s when I decided to step away, unsure if it was a break or a full stop. The one thing I knew for sure? I wanted to travel.
My travels took me far from tourist hotspots to organic farms in the heart of the countryside, where I stayed, volunteered, and got my hands dirty—literally. I learned the basics of farming, celebrated festivals with locals, and tasted traditions in their purest form. It was a refreshing dive into real cultures and simple living.
Being a cycling enthusiast, my bike became my travel buddy, letting me explore not just the nearby trails but also distant, untouched landscapes. One such bikepacking adventure led me to my first journey outside India—a whirlwind of mountains, beaches, carefree rides, and vibrant cultures. It had everything: solo explorations, companionship, train rides, road trips, and of course, a feast of new cuisines.
An injury on another cycling tour has temporarily paused my travels, giving me time to reflect and write about these incredible experiences. While recovering, my heart is already on the road, waiting to embrace the next adventure, one pedal stroke at a time.
