Evara means "a gift of god" — and the land it sits on makes the case better than we can. Six acres at the edge of the sal forest, close enough to Corbett that you wake to birdsong and the occasional distant alarm call, far enough that nothing hurries you.

Mornings begin with mist on the lawn and a jeep waiting at the gate. Afternoons are for the pool, the spa, or nothing at all. Evenings belong to the bonfire, a Kumaoni folk singer, and a sky that still remembers how to hold stars.