Flying into Leh is quite a thrill because the flight is over glaciers. When the captain announced that we were passing over glaciers all the passengers rushed to one side of the plane from where we got the best view. It was awesome and I was frightened that the plane might plummet down because every one was on one side of the plane! In that plane load of tourists, I was the only Indian and dressed in a saree. I was most delighted and pleased when the Buddhist monks in the monasteries gave me a very special treatment exclaiming, ‘Indian, Indian…’ I guess they had seen too many tourists to be enthralled by them! The Tibetan women did not want their photographs taken because they had some superstition about it. It is amazing how the monks built those huge, beautiful monasteries on the sheer side of mountain. Getting up to them takes quite an effort. To reinforce my memory of my visit to Leh, I cannot forget the terrible time we had getting a flight back to Delhi. Leh was certainly a very ‘cool’ place in every sense of the word.