I have a confession to make: I once kidnapped a puppy… Winter comes early in the Spiti Valley, and it leaves late. Summer in this cold-desert mountain vale, nestled between India and Tibet, is a short affair, and temperatures in the warm season rarely...
This the story of a street dog named Chor, who stole my heart. As a resident of McLeod Ganj in northern India, every year I―and most of the other expats―leave town to escape the monsoon. In 2016, I went to Kaza in Spiti to stay dry. On my return to...
This is a story about a friend I made among the dogs of Spiti Valley. When the monsoon arrives in McLeod Ganj, there are those of us who just can’t stay. The high humidity and the mouldy atmosphere, combined with fog and spiders and umbrellas and Crocs...
