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Editor’s Note: This story originally appeared in Volume 6 of B.H. Magazine, pre-order your copy of Volume 7 now.
(Photos James Want)
It’s not until the final stretch that the desert really begins to swallow you. The last hour of the four-hour journey south from Delhi winds through lively villages, where streets are lined with contented cows, open-air shops, and barefoot children who wave as we pass by. The road gets bumpier, the air thicker, and the mountains…
