Rukmini Sen The road to Black Hollow Bend curled like a serpent around the pine-draped cliffs of Himachal, treacherous and often drowned in fog. Locals rarely took it after sundown, and those who did returned with silence stitched to their tongues. But Alok Menon wasn’t local. A freelance travel writer with a stubborn streak and a weakness for offbeat locations, he’d come across a footnote about a colonial bungalow long-abandoned, once owned by a British officer who had vanished without a trace in 1913. Intrigued, he packed his Canon DSLR, a few woollens, and a red Moleskine notebook before setting…