The Choco blocks of sturdy Himalayas began to see vanilla strokes. The gray dust filled the horizon and from a corner of the flight, I floated along with the clouds. A white ribbon laid in silence, the point where the two giant rivers—Zanskar and Indus—are on an eternal date.

The only possibility was a constant gaze at the mystical mountains, drawing the self to the divine power that nature is. As the flight flew, in quiet, the mountains draped into sheets of ice. From the sky, I saw the Himalayas engulf a part of the planet.

I wish my eyes stretched far, to comprehend the conversation between the sky and the mountain top. For years, this land with its changing landscapes has kept me in awe. With my years of travel to this mystical land, Ladakh became a habit.

Ladakh is a deserted Himalayan region in northern India. The culture, wildlife, and the seasons bring me to this land each year. The highland passes, the lakes, and the rugged yet fragile habitats evoke my curiosity—one of a kind, that is endless.