Tag Archive | Hills

Tea, Sex and Temples

Just as when one spends time with another and their character is slowly revealed, locations, places and landscapes slowly unravel  themselves.  As mists come and go, the hills unfold before me, each day another revelation, another loose thread that I try knotting to a string of stories. Not that the revelations necessarily imply clarity. This […]

Beyond the Bend

There are mornings when the mist lifts and another rhythm  sets in. Life is noisy, busy, almost frantic. In Katmandu I was surprised by the constant crying of crows. When I asked a Nepali why crows were so welcomed and tolerated in the city, his reply was the crying of crows made people happy: it […]

Highways and Byways in the Mist

                                                                                        Discovering a new country is a challenge. Challenges lie in seeing […]

My World of Rice, Hills and Time

Welcome to my world, you who live in haste and blindness. Welcome to my world, you who have no time to see nor taste. Welcome to my world, you who do not listen to the rice on the slope and the goats on the hill. Welcome to my world, where one has time to speak, […]