Anish snaps

It was 3 a.m. — the hour when even the mountains sleep. But that’s when the trekkers rise, chasing the silence toward Tilicho Lake. The air bites at –6°C, and every layer of warmth feels heavier with each step. Within minutes, the body begs for rest, for heat, for comfort — none to be found here.

The trail climbs endlessly upward, swallowed in darkness. Others walk with headlamps and torches, but we… we forgot ours. Only the faint glow of a phone’s flash guided us through the void.

Yet, in that deep cold and stillness, the night revealed its quiet beauty — the stars sharp as crystals, the mountains motionless but alive, and the moon casting a pale, ghostly light over everything.

These are some of my favorite shots from that hour — fragments of silence and frost, captured on iPhone. 🌙

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Does the monastery in Korea look like this?

This Korean monastery at Lumbini is big and beautiful. Monks live here and we are not allowed to run around the monastery.

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Water canal at Lumbini