Einsteinís Dreams in Mussoorie
As I watch snowflakes swirl around me, I realise how I too am an aimless drifter who is happily blown westward sometimes, up and up in flurries, to heights I never dreamed of. Orange flames lick the air around oak logs in my fireplace, casting flickering images that bounce off stone walls and make shadows dance wildly out of sync amidst wooden rafters on the ceiling. Cindy, my huge Bhotia, asleep outside to guard against intruders, glistens like a polar bear as snowflakes gently settle on her magnificent winter coat.
The book on my lap is Einsteinís Dreams. Itís written by Alan Lightman, a close friend now. A doctor of theoretical physics from Caltech, Alan is a teacher at MIT. He teaches astrophysics, thermodynamics and creative writing.
When we first met, I gifted him CK Rajuís book, The Eleven Pictures of Time, that challenged Stephen Hawkingís Judeo-Christian theories. Raju had also received the Telesio-Galilei Academy of Science Award for pointing out a mistake made by Einstein and then correcting it. Alan, who hadnít heard of Raju, was amazed and enthralled by the book. I was thrilled to have brought about a meeting of intellects.
Alanís book has been translated into over 30 languages. Every dream that he creates in the mind of a
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