Unearthing the Ladakhi treasurehouse of a lost tradition, indeed a lost world, was no easy task. Behl and Nigam's modern-day search for this artistic golden fleece involved travelling, sometimes on horseback, other times on foot, intermittently, for eight months across 20,000-odd miles in difficult rugged moonscape. It was a search that took them to 11th century monastic havens like Alchi on the bank of the legendary Indus; to Sumda, the monastery atop a hill that would not reveal its wonders till they made a steep 8 km ascent along a narrow path barely 5 ft wide, on either side of which was a sheer vertical drop into a forbidding mountain gorge; to the 7th century Lamayuru monastery spectacularly perched atop a hill threatening to crumble and crash along with over a thousand years of history. Tirelessly, they quested and strived to visit, to see, more important to record first-hand, the actual state of Buddhist centres fleetingly listed, cursorily acknowledged, tacitly, callously consigned to the trashcan of history.