THE BLAST

Fri, 07 Nov 2025 12:07:29 +0000

The sun had just begun to set over the snow-kissed peaks of Uttarakhand, brushing the clouds in strokes of molten gold. The streets near Himalayan Civil Academy were alive — strings of fairy lights blinked across shopfronts, marigolds hung in bright orange garlands, and the air buzzed with laughter, bargaining voices, and the sweet aroma of ghee lamps.