Vedavalli Prakasan who had travelled a long way from Madras, was sitting at one of the tea stalls at Gopeshwar. Cool, efficient and collected, she looked an impressive twenty-eight. It was mid-morning. Her rucksack rested against the table. She had spent half an hour trying to repair her camera. Suddenly she looked up and was taken by surprise. A group of young boys had collected around the shop and was watching her quietly. She smiled and took a picture of them.