“The scent of sunlight peers through apexes of mountains and a compost of water hyacinths. A name for each peak, an unfolding in each summit. As you lay awake, dreaming for a hundred years, history speaks back to you: the living tissue in a tree stump, musky wildflowers, open mouths of river-streams in full force, a dab of attar from chandan trees on your wrist.” FamilyHistoryMountainsAncestorsOdeEcopoetryAncestralAn Inheritance Of LightResponsible Mountaineering Author:Sneha Subramanian Kanta