I huddled into my thin shawl as I got down from the bus at Saputara on a November early morning. I did not expect Saputara to be this cold and windy, I muttered to myself, as my hands dialled the number of the driver who was assigned to pick me up. “I will reach in 5 minutes”, he said as I tried to reach deep in my backpack to find another piece of cloth that could possibly warm me. He picked me up in some time and informed me that we would reach Baradpani in 20 minutes. The warmth inside the car calmed my nerves and I craned my neck to see the valley through the zig-zag roads. It was still pitch dark and I happily settled in the seat.
