Much before travelling to India for matters ‘spiritual’ became a fad, two of
Deborah Baker, in her superb book, A Blue Hand: The Beats in India, sets the scene: “The Public Works Department bungalow they’d reserved faced out across another endlessly beautiful valley, the surrounding hillsides covered with blooming rhododendron and deodar pine. When the clouds broke up toward evening, a solid wall of white appeared abruptly before them, revealing the Himalayan horizon within fifty miles of their veranda. This was the Trisul — Nanda Devi — Nanda Kot ridge, stretching from Nepal and Tibet in the east to the Punjab in the west. At dawn, wrapped in shawls and furry Tibetan blankets, Allen, Peter and Gary rose in darkness to watch the colour of the mountains turn from a cold white blue to a furnace-like glow of red.
“Jai Ram!” Gary exclaimed, as the gods at last appeared to him.”
The Beats
Time Traveller
Uttarakhand
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