Rishsav Sharma Chapter 1 The first snowfall had already blanketed the narrow trails leading up to the mountain ashram by the time Dr. Shreyashi Mehra arrived. Her boots crunched softly against the icy path, each step a delicate negotiation between pain and purpose. The cold wind rushed past her ears, but she barely noticed; she had long grown used to the numbness, both physical and emotional. Perched at 7,000 feet in the remote folds of the lower Himalayas, the ashram was a cluster of stone and timber structures nestled beneath ancient pine trees, smoke spiraling faintly from chimneys as if…