Chasing Clouds on Aravalli Range

Some trips don't need a plan. This one just needed two bikes, my brother, and a mountain we'd been talking about for months.

The ride up was half the story - winding roads, the air getting thinner and cooler with every turn, and somewhere along the way, the clouds stopped being something we looked at and became something we rode through. Aravalli Range doesn't just sit under the clouds - it wears them.

By the time we reached the top, the whole world had gone quiet. No traffic, no notifications, just wind and white mist rolling over the ridges. We parked the bikes, sat on a rock, and didn't say much for a while. Some views don't need commentary.

What I'll remember most isn't even the scenery - it's the ride there. Just the two of us, engines humming, clouds parting ahead like the mountain was letting us in one turn at a time.

Sometimes the best trips are the ones you almost don't plan enough for.