India, March 25 -- Kadambari was tossing and turning in bed. It was an every night story of insomnia for her. When the doors to the outer world closed, the forbidden one quietly opened in the darkness of the night.

Unable to sleep, she heaved herself out of bed. The town of Mukteshwar in Uttarakhand, India, was comfortably nestled in the arms of a lullaby. She picked up her pashmina shawl, wrapped it around her slender and delicate form, and quietly tiptoed out of the room.

Unfastening the door, she stepped out into the garden.

The smell of mowed grass

The smell of the freshly mowed grass lingered in the breeze. She heard a rustle near the antiquated fountain, whose basin flowed with ribbons of purity and gold.

A figure clad in white...