In the mountains, it's eternally early morning. Fingers of mist, unbroken serenity and unearthly beauty reign through the day in the lofty strongholds, immune from the sun's tendency to unveil. So when I think back to my time in Kanatal, Uttarakhand, the memories are bound to two timeframes -- the wee hours of the morning and the late hours of the night. It was during the former that my encounters with the white-capped water redstart began.
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