The story recounts the life of a woman who apparently has everything one could ever want, including a flourishing career and a husband. However, her job has become rigmarole and does not give her any contentment, and her husband is too preoccupied with his own life to really bother about her.
On a trip to Ladakh, she comes across a lifetime opportunity to fulfill a longstanding dream of making an active contribution to the lives of the deprived. Along with that comes the prospect of love which was, for so long, a chimera for her. She dabbles in both, promising to turn her back on the life led so far and take a headlong plunge into the life that she has aspired for and which is finally beckoning her.
Once back in the familiar environs, she is slowly sucked back into the same drudgery, and the comforts and security, coupled with plain inertia make her stay back.
Finally it takes a cruel twist of fate to shake her out of reverie and she finally picks up the courage to fulfill the unaccomplished tasks.
The protagonist here could have been a man or woman, gender is not important. The story highlights the fact that there is a yawning gap between our intentions and actions, when it comes to making the intentions a reality.
It takes immense courage to follow one's dream, to let go of the fears and also the comforts that one gets used to. The story dwells over this inner turmoil all of us go through.
Most part of the book is based against the background of Ladakh and its surrounding regions.
The book is written in first person account, addressed to the writer's friend.