When Diskit got swallowed by a sand storm

An experience of a life time, an image imprinted in my mind forever. Such was the sand storm of Nubra. It made it;s arrival felt with the fall of my camera on a tripod breaking my lens, pushing my determination to yet continue with other gear I had< and when it did arrive, it left us all speechless. When cloud darkened the Nubra valley, few rays piercing desperately through the blanket of clouds. Soon as water dripped down the clouds, dust got thrown high up in the air, a storm they called it. It wasn't slow and it wasn't gentle. In the next few minutes the valley disappeared in the storm. I stood watching all this fro the Diskit monastery. A silent spectator who could only stand and witness all this. Then a monk shouted and asked u to hide in the monastery. We ran, hid inside, but then the adventurer in me ran out with a camera. I stood anchored hoping I find myself where I was after it's all over. I covered my eyes with glasses, nose and mouth with a scarf and raised the GoPro hoping I would capture just a face of the storm, about how it looks and merely explain about how I felt. 

Image during Ladakh Journeys.

Small: A4: 11.69 X 8.27 inches
Medium: A3: 16.53 X 11.69 inches
Large: 2 X 3 feet : 24 X 36 inches