Our journey began at the foothills of the majestic Himalayas. We had been away from Delhi, living in Uttarakhand for some twelve or so years. In a tiny village that was distressingly over the years, developing with all the usual disorganisation into an unplanned satellite town.  The nearest big town being Dehradun. But we were surrounded by fields.  Birds, beasts and humans coexisted happily, and on a clear day, you could see snow peaks on the misty mountains. Returning to Delhi was not something we were contemplating. In fact as far as we were concerned, we were never going back to Delhi again. Rural India is where we felt we were meant to be serving. Or so we thought. However as everyone knows, and we soon learnt, never say never to God...