“Trespassing the Horizons”

A shikara glides silently across Dal Lake at dawn, the oarsman’s gentle strokes rippling the still water. Mist rises, and the distant mountains stand watch, as the world slowly awakens in quiet serenity.

Snow-capped mountains in Zanskar Valley stand tall as clouds sweep swiftly across the sky, casting shadows over the rugged landscape in a mesmerizing dance of light and motion.