The Disquiet of Dow Hills and Other Hauntings
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Some places don't let go of you. And some... never really did. From the mist-laden ridges of Sandakphu to the forgotten inspection bungalow of Wallong; from a family home-turned guest house in Tezpur to the ancestral stillness of Dibrugarh and the eerie hush of Kurseong's pine forest - this is a journey through spaces that seemed to wait, to whisper, to remember. In The Disquiet of Dow Hills and Other Hauntings, Nandini Raybaruah shares five deeply personal encounters from her travels across Northeast and Eastern India. It is a travelogue of emotion, memory, and quiet unease - where the line b...
Some places don't let go of you. And some... never really did. From the mist-laden ridges of Sandakphu to the forgotten inspection bungalow of Wallong; from a family home-turned guest house in Tezpur to the ancestral stillness of Dibrugarh and the eerie hush of Kurseong's pine forest - this is a journey through spaces that seemed to wait, to whisper, to remember. In The Disquiet of Dow Hills and Other Hauntings, Nandini Raybaruah shares five deeply personal encounters from her travels across Northeast and Eastern India. It is a travelogue of emotion, memory, and quiet unease - where the line between the seen and the sensed begins to blur. This isn't horror for thrill's sake. These stories don't jump out at you - they sink in, revealing their strange layers slowly. The world we inhabit may be shared with presences we don't fully understand and perhaps the only way to meet them is with respect, stillness, and curiosity. There were no ghosts in white. But there were soft voices echoed inside a locked room. The chill wasn't just in the wind - an infant cried softly into the night. These weren't curated holidays - they were raw, immersive moments where the silences spoke louder than words. This isn't a book about chasing the paranormal. It's about noticing what lingers. About places that feel just a little too alive. What if some part of you never really leaves a place? And what if... something never left to begin with?
