Chapter 1
The Boy Who Learned to Dream in the Hills
I was born in Shimla.
The mountains didn’t just raise me—they shaped me. The crisp air, the winding roads, and the silence of the pines taught me one thing early: life is not a straight road. It's a climb.
School at Hainault and Laureate Public School gave me structure. But the hills gave me something more—curiosity. I studied Tourism from IGNOU because I knew, deep down, my soul wasn’t built to live inside four walls.
It was meant for roads, for unknown destinations, for the thrill of the journey.