It was late night and I was sitting in bus, wondering, which one of fast passing dark corner is mine stop. In nights, hilly roads are usually colder and foggy here. I watch from window how smoke, from tea and cigarettes rising up. Few hours later bus reached Palampur and I saw Shilpica – the bride. It was wedding as I love – intimate, overloaded with traditions, and slightly crazy. We climbed mountains in wedding outfit, danced in the forest, kissed under the rain.