I huffed and puffed along while walking uphill through the pebbled trail. Destination- a hilltop mountain resort that I fairly heard of during my first days in Ravangla. The breathlessness eased off by the sudden flapping sounds of the helicopter blades. I looked up to have the view of an orange body flying its way along the blue sky. Taking a few breaths in, I followed through the trail. A good few natives passed by me, smiling, each with a basket of picked herbs strapped to their back. Tw...