This is the story of a pale white desert whose salty reaches stretch far back into the horizon, of a land where borders become porous, of a village where warmth and cheer thrive in abundance, of a people whose ways date back to a time long gone. All of this and more, in the tiny village of Hodka that lies in the Rann of Kutch near the Indo-Pakistan border. Think of every story you’ve ever read and loved and you’ll find a small piece of it somewhere here.
Let me take you back to a winter not long ago. It was a long drive - the kind that leads you through a dense jungle of concrete and cars and then suddenly breaks into an expanse of windmills before leading you into marshlands and grasslands that are so typical of Kutch.