Leo captures

I've been called a failure all my life. I've failed people and mostly their expectations. I've failed love and all its games. Failed to understand where I stand in a world that only shouts. I remember class 12 vividly, my mom sitting in an open house getting bashed for my poor grades. Tear trickled down her face. I knew I had never faced failure this strong. I wished to be better and mend all that's gone. But life kept bringing me down and I was tagged a failure all along. The fear of failure is the worst, because it never pushes you further on.
I often catch myself asking this question, 'Where did I go wrong?' I also ask myself, have I done the best that I can in this situation?  'Best' to me means... Have I squeezed the hell and all the juices out of that experience? Can I honestly say that I've consumed it, breathed it, lived it, swam in it, turned my innards out for the experience of it?  Have I discovered and learned more about me as I went through it?  
And if the answer is YES! then I've succeeded truly for myself and on I move. But if I haven't given it all, I don't think I've failed even then.

Each time I wasn’t successful in achieving something, I also realized I was trying to achieve what others wanted from me. And failed in meeting their expectations. In this process I dont think I failed, I've just learned what not to do.

~Portraits of Lohajung~

- Bhagat Chacha
- Surender Bhai
- Kiri
- Parthiban
- Raju seth ji
- Raka from Mundoli
- Khark bhai
- Bhagat chacha

Just wanted to bless your feed with a milky way.

Akrotghetta - First campsite of the Kuari pass trek.

This is how I want to be remembered when I'm gone.