Village kasha, District Shimla, H.P.

Living under a sky that has not seen a road on the ground below since the earth came into being, the elders of Kasha Village handle the fields like they did centuries ago…all for a little share each evening to sustain life as they know it.

When Sham Lal, clutching a bag full of potatoes posed for me, I knew what to see and what to make visible…the simple needs of the people living here and their innocent ignorance of life beyond a certain mountain range bristling with conifers.

Its pleasures. Its dangers.

For today, they’ll be content with boiled potatoes and a few new bruises on their hands.