Echoes From The Indus, An Ancient Aryan Settlement

Winter is letting out the apricot trees. In little bursts. Brown bark merges with fine dust, and at first glance, the hesitant whites of the apricot flowers look like errant snowflakes drifted off the veins of snow that run down crenellated mountain ridges. Loose rock and boulder edge mud houses stacked haphazardly in nooks along the base of the cliff. And then the land steps away from the houses, in a series of terraced fields that end in a sheer drop into the cold green-blue waters of the Indus.