As our plane began descending into Leh, I pressed my face against the window and gasped. The mountains looked like giant chocolate swirls dusted with sugar. My dad laughed at my description, but I wasn’t joking — it really did look edible!
This was my first time in Ladakh. I had only seen photos before, but nothing had prepared me for how surreal everything felt. Even the wind had its own voice here.
I was born and raised abroad, but through Diary With Dad, I’m discovering the India that my dad says “Lives in stories, smiles, and sunsets.”
And Ladakh, I realised, tells a story unlike anywhere else.