Terraced fields, the kitchen fire, the food that names a season. Start in the valley — the everyday life and cuisine of Kumaon.
Up in the village, the calendar comes alive. Turn the year to find each festival in its season — what's sown, sung, cooked and drawn.
At the threshold of the hill temple, the rice paste meets the red ground. This is Aipan — every motif and method, decoded in depth.
Above the tree line are the gods and the old tales — Nanda Devi, the sacred peaks, the myths the festivals remember.