As we approached the giant national flag hoisted at the memorial, fluttering away in full glory, our hearts sank when we saw that what lay behind the memorial. At the back, on the sandstone wall was a brass metal plate with names of all the martyred soldiers engraved on it.
Yesterday we were explorers, not knowing where the road would lead us. But today, we knew exactly where we were heading, and what the journey had to offer us. Even amidst adventures, from familiarity stems belongingness. Today we were shareholders in Nubra’s giant scheme of things, and so free of worry, we decided to open all our senses to this barren old one hell of a land!