On Indian Roads Amidst the Second Wave of the Pandemic, Collective Feeling of Helplessness, Fundraisers, And Hope
Table of Content [TOC]
- Now I’m in Himachal Pradesh
- Chaos and Worry of the Pandemic
- What Happened to India?
- The Pretence of Regular Life in the Himalayas
- On Domesticity
- Failing at Just Being
- Hiking in the Himalayas
- Covid News and Uncertainty
- Lockdown in Himachal Pradesh
- Languishing or Grieving?
- The Year That Was 2020
- Nomadic Journey
- Getting RT PCR Tests in Udaipur, Rajasthan
- Importance of Systems and How They Are Failing
- What Happened to UP and other Indian States?
- Leaving Rajasthan to Drive Home to Uttar Pradesh
- At Home After 1.5 Years, Isolated
- Journey to Himachal Pradesh
- Fundraiser Campaigns
- A Writer’s Job and Collective Helplessness
Here in Himachal Pradesh.
I’ve finally ended up in the Himalayan mountains of Himachal Pradesh, and I would live here for the next few months. This mountain excursion was always the plan for the summer and now as my fingers freeze, I wonder why I chose Himachal. Because I love the mountains or because I’m familiar with the Himalayas from my last four-month trip to Dharamshala in 2019?
In the Shimla area of the mountains where I’m at, summer is not well-known. Locals talk about hailstorms and snowfall even during the months of May to July when the plains of India scorch. During the summers, rains in the lower part of India are scarce but right now heavy rain falls outside my one-bedroom-and-hall house. I have kept the netted house door open by sticking a thick foot mat between the door and its frame. The temperature is no more than 11 degrees outside but when all the doors and windows are closed I stifle, a claustrophobia I picked up, perhaps, by growing up in a very open garden-facing independent house of my parents.