As I stood at the top of Shanti Stupa, all thoughts and all brain activity stopped; I was mesmerised mute. The whole of Leh spread out before and beneath me was unlike anything I’d seen before.
Bordered by the grey mountains, which stood like bodyguards, sturdy and intimidating, Leh – cradled in the crater – seemed like an oasis, like a Utopia.
Green pines, water and life. It was as though an asteroid of civilisation had randomly hit this otherwise desolate part of earth.