It has been over a year since I wrote my last post. Now, as I look back I don’t know if I should be Sorry about that, or thankful for how time has taught and given me some of my most deviant memories. A LOT has happened over this last year. I have seen new Life. I have seen Death. And, I have seen everything in between. I have had life-changing experiences. I have changed places. I have had false promises and lies. I have had broken-trusts. But then, I have had some of the most awesome adventures. Met some of the most amazing people ever! So many earthly connects. In the coming posts, I will cherish life reliving all those moments.

Today’s post is dedicated to a Sherpa and a great friend whose memories and love I will cherish forever. Because, as they say …. “Some endings are also beginnings. We just don’t know it at the time …” This is a tribute to a man I respected and honoured, a wish, in some ways, that Tenzing Gorky, and others like him – people who felt unimportant here on Earth – realize, finally how much they mattered and how much they were loved.


Earlier last year, I took a trip to the Himalayas. The funny thing about the Himalayas is that it looks entirely different during different times of the year. As you can see, there’s not much snow during Spring and Summers. Right in the middle is the mighty Everest which is quite about always filled with white beauty.

I think this post comes a bit late, but my heartfelt cries and salutes goes to the family and friends of the people from the Himalayan Kingdom who lost some of the bravest souls during the Mt Everest Avalanche incident. My deepest wishes that their souls rest in peace!