It was the end of December at Tawang, Arunachal Pradesh. An early morning woke up at freezing temperature of 1 degree was something we weren’t used to. It felt as if the year long sleeping for over 20 years of my life on plain had been under examination for the first time. Struggle was real to be honest, for my poor body to get along. The lazy butts of cities were in the battle with icy water from the basin and there was a long queue amongst us for the hot water from geyser in the hotel room. It felt as if the time had ceased, for it was taking too long for the water to boil, I wonder whether that was a hallucination out of coldness or just an another daily excuse of lazy city creatures, that I often encounters on my travel to cold places. It was indeed, a very long waiting. As the sun arose, the clock struck 10 past 5 and somewhere in the remote village, a mother and her young daughter were struggling with their daily chores. With those numb hands and the redden cheeks in...