Aarohi Desai One Isha had always found solace in the delicate balance of nature. A botanist from Bangalore, she had spent her life studying the intricacies of plant species, tracing their evolution, and discovering the hidden stories that each leaf and petal held. But when an invitation arrived from a prominent research institute, asking her to explore the Valley of Flowers in Uttarakhand, it felt different. The valley, renowned for its rare and sacred blooms, had always captivated her imagination. It was a place of beauty, mystery, and whispers of the extraordinary—plants that only bloomed under the most sacred of…
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Rinchen Lama 1 I hadn’t planned to go to Sikkim. In fact, Sikkim was a word that had only floated around in conversations—half-remembered from childhood geography classes or heard during travel shows playing in the background of my mother’s living room. What I had planned, after six years of numbing spreadsheets and artificial smiles in a Mumbai office, was to disappear for a while. Not forever, but long enough to breathe air that wasn’t laced with ambition or dust. The idea came quietly, like mist crawling over a windowpane. I was sitting in a mind-numbingly boring client pitch when my…