Born Again on the Mountain: How I Lost Everything and Found It Back

by Anurima Sinha

From the Island base camp I set out on the seemingly unending trek to Island Peak at night. All the climbers, with head masks, gears and headlights in place, moved upwards in one straight line. It was a majestic sight; people moving in a single line with torches strapped on the forehead giving the impression of a halo around the climbers. In nature’s embrace, it appeared to me that the higher we climbed, the closer we came to that Almighty power.