Women Special Tours

“Mom, be a girl again”. Read an advertisement on Amazon. Tears rolled from my eyes when sitting on my verandah, I grew nostalgic recalling a moment of life. That moment was my millennial princess handed over to me something, something that has stood very precious. She won my heart that day. And I am here just because of her. Wondering what did she give to me? And where am I? Hold on. Let me take you…. To the day, where I trekked a bold mountain for the first time in my life. I was 13 and had always imagined tall skyscrapers as my world. My childhood Sundays, so far as I remember, were either taken up for a visit to greatest nearby monuments or my dancing class or by Papa’s surprise weekly visits since he had to stay in another city for work. Ah...Yes...Pretty much that’s it. Of course, I loved it, and I would innocently conclude that that is my world, where life exists, where humanity exists. Till date, I would chuckle at my weird imagination and tell such stories to my chi...

If you are not from Delhi, Mumbai, Chennai or Kolkata, there are 99% chances that you would resonate with my story. The story of an aspirational and “bindass” girl. (I love to call myself that way ;)) You see me in person, and the first thought that undoubtedly would click in your mind would be, “I am sure, she must be pursuing fashion designing!” And I would give you an unwavering smiley yes-nod. Now that was not difficult to guess, but my next question is. Which is, and you need not be Indian to answer this- I am from Khonoma village in Nagaland, popularly known for its “First green village” title as well as its secluded characteristics. The village boasts of 624 households till date. You heard it right, just 624! Now, a place known for its leafy specialty, with nearly no access to decent education, leave alone imparting knowledge on fashion, yet, I dared to surpass the limited beliefs of my villagers, beliefs that want their daughters to be caged for life for fear of their sa...

  “Mom and Dad, this is the best birthday gift that I could have ever asked for! My friends and I had such a great time in that storytelling session. Ma’am is just mesmerizing!” Such are my teaching days at Kathalaya, a children storytelling classes in my city. You know you are at a right place when the work you do brings a feeling of fulfillment within you. Those joyous faces of the tiny tots, amused by the twist and turns of the stories that I share with them, brings utmost contentment and happiness to me. It is this reason that makes me love the art of storytelling. Often, parents and teachers would have one common question for my skill. They are very curious to know the “source” of my stories. Of course, I tell them jokingly – it’s a secret!   TRAVEL Yes, that’s my mantra. That’s where I weave my stories. That’s where I pick my stories. In short, Travel is my story. For me, the logic is quite simple. I live in an urban setup. I breathe as a professional, my schedule ...