Ritoban Chatterjee Part 1: The Snowline Ends Here The road to Solang wasn’t a road anymore. Past the tourist checkpoints and the snowmobilers shouting into the white wind, the tar peeled into gravel, then to silence. Ishaan Sen stood beside the BRO milestone that read SOLANG – 1 KM, the last marker of civilisation before it disappeared under the crust of old snow. His taxi driver had refused to go further. “Bad season,” he’d muttered, not making eye contact. “Locals don’t go that side after winter sets in. You shouldn’t either.” Ishaan had smiled. Writers didn’t scare easy. Or so…