There’s a road that leads through the village and ends abruptly at this vista. 
Here are a couple more views . . .
I followed a herd of cows and their herders, an old man with no teeth and coke bottle glasses and his two granddaughters, to the top of this hill. I promptly fell asleep on a rock surrounded by brush. I was later warned to never do so again as snakes usually resided in such areas.
After a day of digging paddy and transporting young seedlings, Rampreet and Sangeeta cross a field of lahar or daal to get back to their village.
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