Memories. Matheran.

We were young, footloose and fancy free. Up we trekked.

The Story.

This story goes back years—decades—when I worked in a steel mill and was a happy bachelor. One benefit of our lifestyle was that we always enjoyed each other's company in the evenings and occasionally engaged in playful activities. Thanks to an escapade one evening, I turned to photography to rectify my bad weekend habits.

One day, we decided t…