The mountains are Ladakh’s memories, the lakes its diary. Every year it etches into them a new tone, a new mood – a voice that finds words only in the silence of winter, through icy patterns drawn on its frozen frame. When I first visited Ladakh’s lakes in winter, in 2006, I returned with photographs. Five years and 800 kilometres later, I have come back with a relationship, as loving as it is punishing, as mysterious as it is transparent. These are my memories of 'Tso tuk ga dulches' — the walk to six lakes.
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