Why do you climb? Why do you risk everything over scaling a summit?
It was easier than we anticipated.
It was a cold night in mid-September. The thick darkness was so depressing that I switched on the red light of the headlamp.
It was a cold January night in Delhi. As I boarded the first flight to Leh, the night was about to end.
A blunt, frosty night hugged me as I went out of the wooden cottage at Shayla, one of the beautiful tiny hamlets on the slopes of Mansiri Himal.