In a mountain village of Uttarakhand home to the only handful of villagers lived Nandani, a mother of two in her mid-twenties her husband an alpinist famous for leading city crowd for serious mountaineering.
The village enveloped by a thick fabric of deodar forest always had unexpected long periods of rainfalls. This uncertain mood of the climate perturbed the fellow city folks who were on a timely hiatus, watching them restless Nandini almost mocking them coyly said; "The rains only stop when I wash my hair and want them to dry."
