Do they and I see the same?
Does anyone really see the same reality?
Realities everywhere blend. There are mosaics, crops, wide-lense views. Yet in the end, it is the reality the individual wishes to see.
There is a rich variety of homes in Nepal – some more traditional than others. One also can trace degrees of wealth trickling in, as people move out of cow-dung huts (for example, in the Terai) and into their brightly painted, brick homes. Others still prefer a mix of traditions, having an open veranda on the first floor, which is used as a living room.
As windows and doors part, there are realities which lay open to interpretation.
Houses and huts line roads. Through the bends and mist, their appearance change. Dull, simple greys turn into candy-coded homes among vivid green paddies.
Tradition brings comfort in face of a changing world.
In my eyes I see beauty. Disregard the unswept outdoors. Observe how life and living is expressed, enjoyed and inhabited.
Throughout villages and towns, stupas and temples keep inhabitants company; their daily heartaches turn into prayers which may be heard, sacrifices offered. A sanctuary of tradition and identity.
Life is simple. Life may be harsh.