There is the thunder rolling above, and the river below roars. Household chores are in the mind, as the sun disappears below the snow!! Ancient houses, shattered beams, venerable cows and time does the slow swing!!!!

That was Dharali for me, around the last week of December. 

It changed this year and the maggi shop was the first to go under. 

The image of Gangotri on the opposite wall perhaps went a second earlier.

The shop next served good parathas and the locals used its shade to gossip forever. That went too.

And the grocery shop next to it, the biggest shop of Dharali seems to have gone too.

The open space where the hotels began also seems to have been gulped till the point where the walk to the old village starts. 

Lots of places gone forever, or perhaps gone to be reimagined elsewhere.

I wonder where Alam bhai is.