I've never obsessed with the idea of a physical home. In an interview with @MajesticDisorder two years ago, I mentioned how the idea of 'home' is more of a feeling or emotion, than a physical space outside of me, and it moves along. While the last decade of my career has been filled with pace and movement, I've never not visited India for this long a period. This pandemic was a much needed pause that set me apart from homeland with series of unplanned events, which so far I've managed to channel positively to my inner growth and much needed self-discovery - an eternal work-in-progress template, unlike what Hollywood suggests. Being far away in the tropics of Bali, the one place in my heart the most is the mystic, majestic Himalayas, which I think is one of the most charged, magical, wild space that's unapologetically unexpected, diverse, and not yet Mcdonald-ised by globalisation. Home to some of the kindest tribes, mythologies and unicorn-stories, I've yet to learn so much about myself and this space. Himalayas are the closest I could think of, as home, be it in the chaos of Kathmandu, or on the peaceful banks of Beas, or in the monasteries of Darjeeling - can't wait to share some personal fables from my life-long love affair with this land of magic. #MukulInHimalayas #MukulBhatia #Himalayas #MistyMountains #Kathmandu (at Himalayas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHZh8X4hR7e/?igshid=1r26h09yhhpqq
