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We explore, what you need to experience. We believe that as much as facts, a location is also made up of stories and experiences.

“We just wanted to experiment with the idea
of experiencing the marvels of exploring.”

Xplorience began as an idea to delve into the travelling scene of India, and explore destinations with a different perspective. And therefore, we concentrate on uncovering the floating information about a destination instead of giving our audience the same old facts about our chosen destination. The stories

form a basic part of your travelling experience; and today as the whole travelling scene is changing, and travel is slowly becoming more experience based, instead of being done for the purpose of putting a tick across your travel check list, we believe in creating a platform that’ll cater to the needs of an audience that is increasingly becoming inclined towards an offbeat travel experience. Here at Xplorience, we work towards collaborating with online influencers, and artists, and send them on our exploration trips, where we collect data based on their individual experiences. We ensure that these people going to a destination come from different walks of life, thus producing a wide array of content, based on different perspectives. In turn while we create a platform for these offbeat stories and experiences to reach a wider audience, we are also influencing the general public to take a step into offbeat, by showing that it’s attainable.

27/08/2017

Spotting a brilliant view of milky way above the city of Dharamshala.
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21/08/2017

I speak to Him
when muezzin gives
the evening azaan,
His hand touches my pen,
To him belongs the ink then.
In Persian he speaks to me of Hamdan,
and I write to him of Kashmir.
The icicles melt in my eyes,
I let them until beloved shares our pain,
I see in the dead skies
stars hiding the crimson stain
on the moon in Kashmir. Butterflies
sit on my pale hands,
frozen bones break- that is my prize.
I let them until beloved shares our pain,
Pigeons flying far away into the skies,
They take my whispers,
My poems across to him, my sighs
speak to him far away in Khatlan.
Words and click by

19/08/2017

I preferred standing up on the ruins of the fort in Dhankar village of Spiti. And while the walk up to the terrace was enough to scare me, the view of moonlit mountains from the terrace were enough to make me forget about the ghosts, if there were any.
Dhankar, the old capital of Spiti kingdom is situated on a cliff, overlooking the confluence of Pin and Spiti river and providing a panaromic view of the valley that lights up under a full moon sky. It houses an almost thousand year old fort, which is slowly being converted into rubble as the locals trespassed fort's boundary to extend their humble village, and it is also a home to one of the oldest monasteries in Spiti, the Dhankar gompa.
And as I looked ahead standing on the fort's terrace, I could see the same view that the king of Spiti must've gotten once upon a time, of the glowing Manerang peak, one of the highest in Himachal. And nearby the newly constructed Dhankar monastery was also glowing, housing the monks who now continue with their studies and prayers in a new structure at the beginning of the village, while the old monastery now silently welcomes the tourists and the history enthusiasts.
A night at Dhankar by

18/08/2017

Kashmir, my dear beloved
I'll sing to you
when chinars play music by the banks of Dal,
when the yemberzal blooms,
when azaan greets the temple bell.
I hear a cry, a sob of a mother
calling her child to return to her;
Dead yet alive he remains in the air that we breathe
and the day he meets her,
Kashmir, my dear beloved,
I'll sing to you.
Nights are haunted
Days are curfewed, my soul is trapped
in these barbed wires,
When flowers replace
each and every thorn,
Kashmir, my dear beloved,
I'll sing to you...
Srinagar in winters by

17/08/2017

I met Amma in Tanzi homestay, in Langza, Spiti Valley.
Sitting with a glass of local whiskey in her hand, she first asked me if I'd want one for myself too and then laughed with just a few teeth visible in her mouth.
"I don't care about my appearance any more, I just drink Arak(the local liquor), I laugh and I enjoy my life while reminiscing about the times went by," she'd quip while taking another sip from her glass.
The cold afternoon sun would shine through the glass window, providing the only source of light in the room as she'd continue to tell us the stories from her PWD days, when she was one of the road construction workers.
"Back in the day, you'd have to walk all the way from Kaza to Langza, and it was an arduous walk. But then I was amongst the first of the people who widened up that trail and constructed the road from Kaza to Langza, so that the next generation could lead a better life than ours," she'd look outside at the sun while telling us many of her stories and then making us laugh with her jokes in between.
She was one of the reasons why I'd continue to visit Langza after that trip, for she had stories to tell, which were full of wisdom and laughter, and then everytime she'd ask if I would want a glass of arak, and everytime I used to refuse, telling her that I came only to listen to her stories.
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16/08/2017

How beautiful were the days when mother narrated tales of fairies dancing in the skies. She would compare the dance of fairies to that of snowflakes swinging around in the air. Even smallest of the things used to bring happiness. I feel as we grow up, we tend to get greedy, selfish and self centered.
I remember when we used to climb the mulberry trees to pick the tastiest of mulberries. What made me smile today is that then even the branches of these trees securely managed the weight of me and my friends, but as we grow up we eventually learn that later in life even the people who you were very close to are not there for you anymore. Times change, seasons change. People get busy. They leave. We leave. Life goes on, only nostalgia remains - buried somewhere in our hearts and steps out once in a while bringing many emotions.
What remains is your and His being.

What remains is your urge to go back in time.
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19/04/2016

Banihal railway station, the current starting point of Kashmir Railways, as it crosses the Pir Panjal range before entering the valley.

18/04/2016

Travelling is always the answer to even the questions you've forgotten to ask, so pack your bag, unpack yourself out of your inhibitions and go out there, see the world, the way it looks and behave.

Go travel.

17/04/2016

Two elderly men sharing a chilling on a cold evening in the village of Kugti.

Kugti is perched on the slopes of Pir Panjal, in the interiors of Chamba district of Himachal Pradesh, and is also the last village on the trekking route to Lahaul valley.

22/03/2016

Exploring the unknown is a habit worth having, for surprises exist on the paths rarely travelled.

Find your favourite places with us, in the coming days.
Near Kareri Village, Himachal Pradesh

19/03/2016

And as you move around Kashmir, you meet people and their stories.

And in those stories you meet more people, people you haven't ever meet or will ever but you know them, you know them like your brother or your sister.

In Kashmir, vivid tales move around in the form of humans and all you've to do is sit down and listen to them, get haunted by those eyes that stare deep into you, and pull you into the mysticism of the secrets hidden inside the storyteller's heart.

In Kashmir, you meet these bakarwaals, and you realise that they're more than what you can see.

17/03/2016

Portrait from Kashmir.

Clicked at Chakalpura, Anantnag.

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