Whispers in the Mountains

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in a brilliant array of pinks and purples as it sank behind the towering peaks of the Himalayas. Nestled among the foothills was a small village, home to only a few dozen families who lived in harmony with the land. It was here that I met her, a stunningly beautiful Indian woman with raven black hair that fell in waves down her back, framing a face that could have been carved by the gods themselves. Her name was Priya, and she had a body that was