He evolved from a lethal avalanche in the Lahaul valley in that golden March high up in the Himalayas. Snow blossomed under the glorious sunshine as she hopped, slipped and spun over raged grasses and owned everything that came in between. Robust arms widespread, his long hair breathing glacial breeze, eyes closed, he stood still as volumes of snow kissed and bowed round him like royal old servants of faith. The brightest star flared in the background, behind the snow clad peak and blowed out the cuts of his neck, trap and forearm, whereas the snow looked like dust falling from a different world. His thick and long eyelashes, powdered with grains of snow, complimented the thinnest of skin that covered his eyes.
