Of music, mountains, and momos

Of music, mountains, and momos I’ll never forget the first time I ate a momo. I was 10-years-old and an angelic 6th-grade teacher had chosen to treat the class at recess. I had heard whispers of the momo myth, from classmates well-versed in the finest Tibetan cuisine, of that perfect little combination of dough, meat,…

Soundtrack to a race

Pahari Noises (Or the musical muses of an unmusical fan) – ‘ Soundtrack to a race ‘

Growing up with music

Pahari Noises (Or the musical muses of an unmusical fan) – Growing up with Music

When the mountains sing

Pahari Noises (Or the musical muses of an unmusical fan)
– When the mountains sing;
Karan Madhok / @hoopistani