Even in my sleepless state, I sensed the private magic of the moment, and so I gripped my pinky behind my back until the sun finally cleared the Pioneers and flashed its unknowable face at me.
As I'd sat by the roadside cradling a cup of milky chai, I'd sensed from the gathering crowd of onlookers that tourism isn't thriving in the Indian state of Uttarakhand the way it is in other parts of the Himalayas.