There are some books that you read, and then there are books that you seem to travel through. Manav Kaul’s A Mountain, a Lake and a Song was that kind of book for me. As I read, I often felt that I was travelling alongside him, seeing what he saw, sharing his experiences as they unfolded, and at times feeling less like a reader and more like a quiet co-companion on his journey. Perhaps that is what makes this book so special; it is a travelogue, but the journey is never merely about the places he visits. It slowly becomes …