gompa (monastery) make up Hipti, a small village in Ladakh.
Seven households, one school, and one tiny
Mahabharat closer to its original canvas; far more crowded and complicated than most Indians may be familiar with.
Amruta Patil returns the
Scissors snip menacingly, the naked razor blade wanders tantalisingly close to my ear, and cheap talcum powder is generously applied all over my neck.
It was no surprise, then, that I, like the rest of my generation, embraced the coffee culture with a vengeance. It was my way of telling tea to go to hell.