By 3 in the afternoon, we had reached Turtuk, and had lunch. Turtuk is a small pretty green village at a far end of Hunder desert. The road to Turtuk seems a little mysterious, more like miles of uninhabited, really steep mountains and stone roads. Turtuk village has an important history. In 1971, the Indian Army took the village within India’s borders after a war with Pakistan. This village, while in Pakistan was under the Baltistan area, so people there speak Balti and Urdu languages. What I saw there and realised was, I saw the only school there that was built by Pakistan’s government, but after 1971 I was happy to see the Indian government didn’t demolish it, it still runs, the same school, built by one country, run by another, sometimes we need these bits of humanity to restore faith in our race! Also, they’ve kept their culture, the Balti language, alive. Turtuk might be a very small, almost insignificant part of India, but they have their own language, their own culture, they haven’t lost it in the sands of time. All these make me think, India is a lot more diverse than what we’re made to read in textbooks and see around us. That’s what urges every traveller to explore in search of more diversity. While we were returning from Turtuk, children were returning home from school, waving at every passing stranger (tourists mostly), gleefully saying something in Balti, rosy cheeks and eyes full of smile.