As travel writers, we are trained to arrive lightly and leave no trace. But every once in a while, life reminds us that words can leave behind something sturdier than footprints. Hugh Gantzer’s passing in Mussoorie this week does exactly that. At 94, he leaves behind not just books, bylines, or documentaries, but a way of seeing India that many of us inherited without realising it.
For those who write about places for a living, Hugh was never a distant legend. He was a reference point. A reminder that travel writing could be curious without being loud, critical without being cynical, and affectionate without slipping into postcard fantasy. His death feels less like a headline and more like the quiet closing of a chapter we often return to.

