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What happens when a civilization loses the vocabulary through which it recognizes its own experience?
And what happens when human beings become incapable of simply inhabiting experience?
Rajiv Mudgal’s The Loom of Time is a haunting journey through history, memory, love, art, and the mysterious forces that shape human meaning.
A journalist travelling through Moscow encounters the devastating reality of Soviet collectivization and hears Larina’s story, a family history shattered by political violence. In a hidden library, he discovers the extraordinary Loom of Time, a mysterious device powered by human thought and action. Through it, history becomes something that can be entered, remembered, and reimagined. Among the stories he weaves is a final, intimate vision of cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin.
From Soviet Russia, the narrative moves to Maoist China, where the ghost of Lu Xun converses with a boatman about famine, violence, and the destruction of a world. It then turns inward, following Vaman, a journalist whose relentless intellectualism destroys his relationship with Megha, a fashion designer. His search for meaning leads him to write The Arrival of Devastation, a stark play about four broken men who discover a fragile sanctuary in a ruined temple, only to see it destroyed by the seductive promise of another life.
In The Ghost, love, philosophy, memory, and death become entangled when Aruni disappears after a debate about time and existence. Years later, an apparition in Delhi’s Central Park, a lecture on puppetry, and the mysterious intervention of a dead friend blur the boundaries between the living and the remembered. The story culminates in the devastating discovery of Aruni’s body at an AIIMS morgue.
The final movement brings art, spirituality, and modernity into confrontation in Mumbai, where questions about modern art, Krishnamurti, and the Theosophical tradition challenge the possibility of finding a final explanation for existence.
Across these intertwined stories, The Loom of Time asks what happens when ideology freezes meaning, when relentless analysis dissolves it, and whether human beings can recover another way of making a world.
Perhaps meaning is neither something we discover nor something we invent.
Perhaps it is something we weave.
A philosophical novel about devastation and memory, love and loss, history and imagination, and the fragile fabric that allows human experience to become meaningful.
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