Aiyo, machane, you ask about soot on ice, but here on these mountain roads, we call it the road’s shadow. Every lorry like mine coughs black smoke that sticks to the snow like burnt ghee on a pan. They measure it with fancy machines, but I measure it by how often I must wipe my windshield to see the curves.
My life says it is not only stoves and kilns; it is us, the drivers, our old engines fighting the climb, leaving our dark breath on the white peaks.
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