Hay strands splintering off roofs spiralling upwards and mud houses with a rectangular,gaping black holes carved out for the door,mud squelched underfoot as the eyes of saree-wearing women swivelled around to see me.Men hunched over and patting the thin fur coats of bleating goats straightened their backs and levelled a gaze at me,the village leader.A young women being elected for being village's leader raised some brows,but not too many for there was...