Portraits that speak, from Turtuk

Read : Into Unknown Ladakh And I’ve saved my favourite for the last. On my various interactions with the villagers, they tell me how happy they are after years of turmoil to become a part of India. It hurts me that the borders I am so fascinated by are important precisely because of how easily their drawing causes…

Into Unknown Ladakh – Turtuk

My original version of the story which was published in HT Brunch Magazine. Tell me which one’s better? Turtuk had been planted in my mind on a random conversation at the Spituk Gustor (Annual Masked dance). I toyed with the idea while on a stroll coupled with icy winter winds blowing in the markets of…