At Sangam, near Leh, the Indus and Zanskar rivers meet in a stunning mosaic of colours and histories. For me, it became more than a beautiful tourist spot; it became a reflection of India itself: ancient and ever-new, spiritual and adventurous, rooted in memory yet forever renewing its
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An evening on the shores of Sangam, Kanyakumari!
Memory is a strange thing. It follows no pattern and works totally, at random like the traffic in Delhi NCR. In the middle of ultra-serious discussions in office, I get reminded of a joke from last night’s episode of Modern Family. There are days when I particularly feel invincible, but that feeling remains short-lived because…