In a remote village near the Himachal-Uttarakhand border, locals whisper about the Dakan Vadi (Witch’s Grove) — a patch of twisted oaks where a healer named was burned alive in 1724. Her crime? Healing a lower-caste child after a nobleman’s son died of plague. Before dying, she swore: “My ashes will not rest until your bloodlines forget the difference between sin and survival.”
“Three hundred years. No one came to say I was innocent. You came to mock. Why should I forgive?” In a remote village near the Himachal-Uttarakhand border,