“The truth is, most of us discover where we are headed, when we arrive”. - Bill Watterson

“The truth is, most of us discover where we are headed, when we arrive”. - Bill Watterson

Having spent time in West Bengal, Meghalaya. Jharkhand, Telangana, Maharashtra, Karnataka, and Tamil Nadu before finally finding a home in the city of Hyderabad, his love for food, music, literature, history and languages stems from the need to adapt, adopt and embrace diversity.

And today, he is on a quest to discover the true ethos, the intoxicating cocktail that is India.

He is not a tourist – he is a footprint fading into the red dust of Rajasthan, a silhouette lingering in the mist of Nagaland.

From the high passes of Ladakh to the coastal hush of Kerala, he moves like a whisper through the tapestry of India, collecting forgotten voices, framing fleeting moments, and distilling the pulse of the land into images and words. The camera is his confidant, the journal his echo.

The Nomad: Here, he shares what the road gives him: not just places, but pieces of himself.