High up in the Dhauladhar Ranges ,some distance away from The Dalai lama's residence ,lives a strong and a silent woman.Rachel was driven out of her homeland,she came to this land ,she is not sure whether she adopted the land or the land adopted her...whichever way it is,it is so.
In sun or snow ,she does everyday what she set out to do many years ago.The once verdant hills are chock -a -block with garbage and rubbish brought there by the casual visitor...who may have a desire for the mountains but no love for them.In summers it is even worse ,all cars are heading for the hills ,leaving in their wake,polythene bags,wrappers,bottles and everything else that can be discarded.
Rachel picks up a huge garbage bag everyday ,walks all alone on the toughest of mountain trails ,picking up all the litter,sometimes stopping to catch her breath,sometimes resting for a moment...but getting up and walking again.When that bag is full ,her work for the day is done.
The next day it is the same story once again..
She dreams of the glorious mountains restored to their pristine beauty...a lone woman with an impossible dream....
