Dying embers

January 4, 2019 09:25 am

For the first time, the roads to Malekhu and all ways west held no allure for me. December, I learnt, isn’t the best time to travel if the sun shining bright and lush green trees were what you are hoping to see. I was reminded of the post apocalyptic scenes in the dystopian movies I’d seen as we made our way further west – dust billowing (as in interstellar level), the leaves withered and enveloped in a thick layer of said dust, and the sun over your head, scorching hot. Whoever said that you don’t come to Nepal for a desert experience, come here in the winters.