Newsletter on winter, mountains, and Ambedkar
The HinduPublished : Dec 05, 2024 13:01 IST - 4 MINS READ Dear Reader, As winter sets in with its usual markers—magnified sounds, tiny gusts of wind pirouetting with dry leaves, the underlying smell of woodsmoke from the small fires on street corners—my old desire to settle in the mountains revives again. Varsha Tiwary writes of a similar disjunction between the sublime beauty of the Himalaya and its banal realities in her review of Nepali writer Weena Pun’s novel, Kanchhi. When I say that, I am thinking of the view from my window at home in the Himalayas: you can see the lower green hills every day, close-up, but on some days the farther-off blue ones reveal themselves, and on clear winter days the white peaks appear, floating in the sky. As anywhere, when we are hemmed in and harassed from all sides, we try to keep these other things in view, and we carve out shells for ourselves, to keep the world at arm’s length even as we try to make a difference.” It is precisely this “shell” that I seek—a place that serves as a constant reminder of the truth that there is overwhelming beauty, too, right out there, if we only care to seek it out and protect it.