It is all same, yet all contrastive, those massifs… as Orhan Pamuk says… the endless repetition of an ordinary miracle… the silhouettes are all pyramids, the reality often an unrelenting prose of mist… the buttress gleaming from a distance, but devouring all friction as you approach… the pinnacle an innocent cone of white, or an assassin holding its breath… Harmukh peak from the banks of Nandkhol Lake, Great Lakes Trek, J&K, July 2012…