It's around 2 in the afternoon and we've just reached Kalpa — a slow, sun-drenched town, tucked into the hills of Kinnaur. We have arrived from Reckong Peo, all worn-out, yet my gaze remains fixated on the gigantic mountains I had always yearned to see.

On way to our hotel, we come across a herd of yaks trying to cross a lane amidst a group of school kids heading back home. Despite the biting winds, we are savouring every stunning detail, trying not to miss any aspect of the beauty all around.

Finally arriving at our hotel, a Kinnauri architecture-inspired retreat among lofty deodars, I grab my luggage but my eyes remain glued to the breath-taking scenery around.

A little later, my sister and I find a bench in the hotel’s open area and indulge in the serenity surrounding us. Soon, an ol

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