Ishani Sen The Road to Leh The plane shook with a sudden jolt as it dipped through clouds, drawing a quick gasp from the passenger in seat 14A. She gripped her window armrest instinctively, then laughed at herself under her breath. “Relax, Tara. You’ve been through worse,” she whispered. Below, the Himalayas looked like a sea of frozen waves, pale under the morning sun. Tara Mukherjee had seen many corners of the world—Peruvian rainforests, Icelandic black beaches, the neon chaos of Tokyo—but India, in all its chaos and contradiction, always called her back. This journey wasn’t like the others. It…