After the taxi dropped four dusty figures on the Uttarkashi bus stop, we entered the designated place of accommodation only to discover that it surpassed our wildest imagination. Sadly, not for the better. The blankets smelled not-so-heavenly, the bedsheet had holes and a dismal yellow light flickered seemingly bemoaning our arrival. As we stood, slack-jawed
Author: Jyotsana Rastogi
Jyotsana Rastogi is part of the PGDM 2018-2020 batch at SPJIMR. When not knee deep in reading old novels and scribbling thoughts, she can often be found talking to dogs or clicking pictures of all and sundry. Loves letters, bougainvilleas and discussions on gender fluidity.