A row of cobbled streets bustling with people, colours, happy sounds, and smells of piping hot noodle soup takes you to narrow alleys up a steep slope leading in to an ancient nine-storey palace atop a gray hill. The palace hides secrets of fairies and monsters; its walls guard folklores of witches and wizards, all whispered through generations and barely written down, until the 'Dungjonma’ (a man-eating witch from Ladakhi lore) came flying on her magic beam and told the age old story (with a twist) to a universe of readers who never had a graphic novel from their hometown.