This month, the Trans-Siberian railway route celebrates 100 years of its existence and we got a chance to be a part of its century-old story.
A vantage view of Nizhny Novgorod, birth place of Maxim Gorky, a meeting point of the Oka and Volga rivers and the first stop of our Trans-Siberian journey across Russia.
On most evenings, when we head out exploring our surroundings, we bump into friendly stray dogs. Me being the dog whisperer that I am, I tell the dogs to go to Priya – where they get a few minutes of love and affection. Here is one nice fellow who followed us around the river at Amona.
A shy little girl hides behind a wall, stealing glimpes of us, after her holi celebrations.
My book is my time machine. It has the power to push away the ground beneath my feet to let me stay fearlessly suspended in a place that has no past, present or future. Where no space and time exist. A limbo that frees me of the world. I can go anywhere from here. When I want to be anywhere but here. My escape.