Bespoke Cashmere only knows a few things. But the most important is that these hills exist. And in the rolling hills we know about the shepherds with their goats and the raptors with their talons. We know about the tigers who are slinking around the bushes and the proud elephants of the valleys, we know about their scarred faces and essential pride. We know about the baba with his orange robes and his few possessions — the photograph of the woman, the photograph of the glaciers mouth, the chillum. Knowing these hills is sometimes the only thing that makes sense, and then we wait to return.
