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The Last Resort

Atul and I met in 2010 while filling our bikes at a petrol pump outside Leh. It would be easy for me to say that he gave me magic. A magic that built dreams. I lived in that dream, a few of us. We witnessed it together. A year after I met Atul.

It was Teach to Learn for his organization Karmabhoomi

This year in July we had gone for an Omni journey to Hanley. We pulled over at Leh for a few days. We were meeting Bhai, Atul.

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One lazy, cold, leh morning when Atul me to come along for a visit at his dream resort. It was called The Last resort

I had visited this place before years ago. When it was unknown. Like Reaching a measure, or when becoming a process of leaving. It was a place that makes you only. I now remember looking at horses that kept crossing the homeless river. There was a bell inside a Buddhist temple, which kept feeding a language to the wind. Later we went walking towards the unseen empty roads adorned by fields of sea buckthorn and leafless apricot trees. I was happy to imagine that i was there. Atul was there with me even then but I could not imagine that he was imagining keeping his happiness’s intact for an age to come.

A farm stretched in the highest land like lines of a lonely poem. Alongside a legendary river that let’s you stand in her stream while you roam like these helpless little tributaries, wandering inside you, till many horses appear again and you move away. You see the wind again, through the leaves on every tree bending towards a side. That night we saw how many lights have multiplied in the city of Leh since we saw it the first time almost a decade ago. There were two helicopters flickering over the city for many minutes soundlessly. It was like looking at a giant television thirty kilometers far from Leh, yet we could still see Leh from here.

So, if you plan to come over here, you know now where you will find your playground where the horses roam. In the lap of river Indus.

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Hi, I am Narayan Kaudinya. And i welcome you on this journey, the Road to Nara ! I am an Ethnographer and a practicing Indologist. I did my masters in History and further learnt Sanskrit, Yoga and Nerve-therapy. At 24, pushing most academic sounding, office sitting works away, i felt compelled to know and understand the world and my country, Bharat/India. I travelled, and as it happened i took up teaching in Kashmir and further up in the remote villages of Baltistan in the foothills of Karakoram Ranges. For around three years and many states later there came a time when i felt that it was only while teaching i learnt how to laugh, to see, feel, breathe, love and cry -with children, and mostly resource-less parents in the harshest-freezing border conditions. I write, and work as a documentary photographer and Filmmaker, with numerous published, exhibited and some awarded stories. In my travels and life i have let nature lead me, the divine mother, and as a Yogin, my resolve here is to share my experiences and thoughts as honestly, and through them to blossom in everyone the power and possibility in pursuing your dreams, that you seek your true nature with courage and curiosity. Here, on this road i will share my spirit, my love for nature, the elements of life that are us. And in doing so, i'll be happy to see you along.

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