ON A TRUCK ALONE TO MCMAHON P

I wasn’t trying to discover new places. I wasn’t going to break or create a record. I was going only on an impulse entirely my own just out of the natural curiosity that life brings the delight of living. Was this not a valid enough reason?With curiosity in her heart and a prayer on her lips Nabaneeta hauled herself on to a truck and set off on a journey to fill her unfilled bag of stories. Sacks paper cartons steel cupboards wicker furniture baskets of angry clucking chickens and a sharp smell surrounded her. How many days in this stench? How many hours? How many endless moments?This is a travelogue of Nabaneeta’s journey from Jorhat in Assam all the way to the McMahon line at the Indo-Tibetan border a trip undertaken on an impulse detailing her encounters with countless ordinary individuals their reactions to a middle-aged woman’s solo road trip in India in 1977 and the extraordinary events that unfold along the way. Reflective and humorous the narrative presents travel as an avenue of liberation.