New Jersey Teen Writes An Environmental Tale Inspired By Indian Experience

India-West Staff Reporter

HACKENSACK, NJ – Pravit S. Kochar, a sixteen-year-old junior at Bergen County Academies high school here, has released his debut book “The Cloudy Conundrum: A Tale of Harmony and Hope”, aiming to educate young readers about environmental conservation.

Inspired by his recent visit to New Delhi, where he witnessed the detrimental effects of heavy smog caused by vehicular pollution, industrial emissions, and crop stubble burning, Pravit deepened his commitment to environmental advocacy.

In “The Cloudy Conundrum,” readers are transported to the vibrant landscapes of Punjab, where the protagonist, Raina, embarks on a mystical journey. Through encounters with elemental beings – Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire – Raina gains insight into the interconnectedness of all living beings and the environmental repercussions of agricultural practices like stubble burning.

“I wanted to create a story that not only entertains but also educates young readers about the importance of environmental conservation,” says Pravit. “Through Raina’s journey, readers will hopefully develop a deeper appreciation for nature and feel empowered to make a positive impact in their communities.”

The book, peppered with enchanting narratives and poignant metaphors, aims to instill a sense of responsibility towards the environment among its readers. Pravit hopes to inspire other young individuals to take action and contribute to a more sustainable future.

“The Cloudy Conundrum: A Tale of Harmony and Hope” is available for purchase online at major retailers. For more: www.pravitskochar.com

Excerpt:

“Well, you see,” her dad began, his voice warm and patient, “the land around us, it needs to rest, just like you do after a day of playing. And when it wakes up, sometimes it needs a little help to stretch and breathe.”

He paused, drawing a circle in the dust with his finger. “The farmers here plant seeds that grow into golden stalks called wheat. When the stalks are ripe, they cut them down, leaving behind little bits called stubble. Now, this stubble, it can be like a blanket, too thick for the new seeds to sprout.”

Raina’s eyes widened. “So, they burn it away?”

“Not exactly,” her dad chuckled. “It’s more like a controlled sneeze, a tiny cough to clear the way. The fire, it eats the stubble quickly, leaving behind soft ash.”

He looked at Raina, his eyes twinkling. “But remember, like everything, fire needs to be treated with respect. It can be a helpful friend, but if we’re not careful, it can become a scary monster.”

Raina nodded, her mind buzzing with images of sighing land, gentle sneezes, and a land reborn.

As the stars began to prick the darkening sky, Raina snuggled closer to her dad, the warmth of his embrace and the quiet hum of the crickets creating a lullaby far sweeter than any bedtime story.

Next morning, Raina woke up with a loud cough smelling smoky scent that hung in the air.

“Papa,” she began, her voice laced with concern, “This burns my eyes, and I am unable to breathe. Do you burn the leftover stalks?”

Her dad stopped, his eyes taking in the vast expanse of fields, some smoldering, others untouched. “It’s a tricky question, my Raina,” he started, his voice grave.

He chuckled, his hand ruffling her hair. “Fire seems like a quick and easy way to clean up the straw left after harvest. It clears the field fast, making it ready for the next crop.”