The book deals with war, the people who fight it, and the PTSD that follows. It’s hence definitely not an easy read, nevertheless, a must-read not only for policymakers, war proponents and military personnel but also for the usual civilians.
I remember standing like a lost puppy. I was hungry, I wasn’t dressed up to the mark, my hair frizzy and untamed, not a spot of make-up on my face, a rucksack that was taking a toll on my shoulders and a heart that was beating hard, cracking up the walls of my self-confidence.
It is titillating to read about the unexploited and innocent people of these far-off lands, with the author sharing a brief history of their culture and civilization. But most importantly, this book urges you to put on your trekking shoes and walk that extra mile from the crowded hill stations to the less explored, to witness the true beauty that the Himalayas host!
I lost my dad when I was 21. She lost hers when she was 3 and her sister was 3 months old. I lost my dad to a road accident, she lost hers to war.
As we approached the giant national flag hoisted at the memorial, fluttering away in full glory, our hearts sank when we saw that what lay behind the memorial. At the back, on the sandstone wall was a brass metal plate with names of all the martyred soldiers engraved on it.
I missed him wearing his fat Eskimo jacket (which I hated considering it was totally out of fashion), shielding him from the cold. I felt my eyes getting moist as I thought of him lying alone in the cold grave, and my shear helplessness whimpered me.
His daughter’s face floated in front of his eyes. When he’d seen her last she’d clutched his hand, her little fingers unable to curl around his big palm. She told him that she believed in him.
Yesterday we were explorers, not knowing where the road would lead us. But today, we knew exactly where we were heading, and what the journey had to offer us. Even amidst adventures, from familiarity stems belongingness. Today we were shareholders in Nubra’s giant scheme of things, and so free of worry, we decided to open all our senses to this barren old one hell of a land!