Jeyamohan is a master storyteller. His fiction is steeped in deep knowledge of Indian philosophy, culture, and religion. In these works, he delves into the mystical dimensions of life—what some might call spirituality, mysticism, or religion. That which is ineffable, accessible only to a few through experience, is rendered with beauty and lucidity in his narrative.
His descriptions—especially of Tibet, its monasteries, and its rugged landscapes—are nothing short of cinematic. There is an astonishing level of detail about Tibetan Buddhism, its philosophy, and its Tantric traditions. One can’t help but wonder: Did the author really travel to all these places? The writing feels so vivid, so immersive, that it’s easy to get lost in those sentences. They’re that well written.