Why do you climb? Why do you risk everything over scaling a summit?
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.
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.