Against the backdrop of snow-capped Himalayan peaks, an undulating green valley stretches as far as the eye can see. Sheep graze in the distance, under an azure sky. Tufts of cotton-cloud drift lazily overhead. A gurgling mountain stream skirts past one edge of the land. A few foreigners, all tourists, form a line in the distance as they trek through Tosamaidan, soaking in the breath-taking beauty of the picture-postcard meadow.