The DOCC Diaries - On Visiting NGOs And NPOs In Remote Locations
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 by the door, the wind playing with our hair while river Bhagirathi went its way gurgling happily, we stroked our chin thoughtfully wondering what we could do to atone for this divine manifestation of old karmas.







