By: Shradha Rani Chhetri Pravina hates trekking. Or to be clearer, she hates walking uphill. Sanu and Nima, the culprits for today’s exercise, are but two dots of blue and yellow a long way ahead. Their clear lungs filled with the scent of youth. Pravina checks her phone. 11:37pm. No new notifications. She looks up at the grey sky, air heavy with moisture. The humidity was one of the many reasons she did not want to go on this “short trek”. Her father’s side of the family bor

By Ishita Lohani I walked behind Arvind. I felt like a timid figure. The Dhauladhar rose to our left, all white this December. My shoulders drew themselves in and I imagined a bend in my spine. I looked for the bent coconut trees that line the trails of Konkan. This knowledge – of still yearning for elsewhere, while Arvind walked only a little ahead of me – made me feel guilty. I sped up. We had been arguing lightly since the morning – about pace, stops, and predictions of th