I remember the first time I saw a light bulb on a trip to Leh. I was 11, and drawn towards it like a moth. In its milky brightness, some of the biggest challenges of our daily lives back home suddenly seemed surmountable. What if we too had bulbs in our village What if we too could defy the darkness, and stretch the day, long after the sun had slid behind the coppery mountains of the Markha Valley


