And here I was in Kaza, the town I was dreaming to visit during winters since my first visit to the Spiti valley. As all the hotels were closed and it is impossible to survive in concrete houses in -30 temperature, I was living with a family in mud house. It was nice and cozy. On the ground floor, there was a small room where Chaktap (Oven sort of) was installed in the middle. Everyone in the family sits around the Chaktap where we burn wood with kerosene oil. For the smoke, there was a chimney with an outlet on the roof.
Besides lazing around the warm oven, I used to go outside for meaningless stroll in the streets of Kaza with leafless willow trees. Rivers were frozen. Kids were muffled. Sometimes to the only liquor shop opposite to the bank ATM. tried to learn skating and failed miserably. Crossed over the frozen Spiti river many times. In between, captured some moments around the supreme solitude of Spiti's winter.
People crossing the frozen stream which flows in the middle of Kaza
During winters, washing the cloths is the most challenging part and this lady was doing with the water flowing under neath the frozen rivulet.
must be wondering where is water which is buried inside (sort of)
Getting water was a challenge. Everyday...
Cleaning snow was another daily ritual which kept me occupied every single morning. You will have to clear the snow off as soon as possible before it starts to melt on the mud-roof. It was always a race against the time.
And at times, they posed with impish glee.
Crossing over frozen Spiti turned out one of my favorite pass times. I used to slip on frozen surface and at times climbed against the snow-laden slopes.
And there were complete white moments in the middle of the river.
Morning sunshine over the frozen river was surreal
And it was frozen in mysterious ways.
Keep wondering how thick the surface is and take the risk. I named it "the River game"
Yet, Water was an integral part of the river. As always.
And the random trails
And i walked to the other shore for the distant view of Kaza
On a sleepless night, I went out as snow stopped and temperature dipped to -30 degree. Tried to capture winter night without a tripod.
Snow continued again and the city of Kaza when it snows
Everyone embraces the harsh winter with sheer grace and dignity. All stay together in hard times.
Even the lifeless objects stand strong
In those winter days, I lost myself in the streets of Kaza or perhaps found again in a way