Harsil: Seeking warmth

I have faint memories of my childhood in Uttarkashi. I remember the sheep on the pine covered slopes across our bungalow. At night, the sound of the Bhagirathi. A gentle roar. The cicadas during hot days. Butterflies on the path leading down to the river. Running out the door excitedly when my father returned from […]

Harsil: Seeking warmth

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