Finding Ground Above Clouds
“Drink chhaang, nectar of the Gods. Then eat shutki”. I didn’t know which one made me more reluctant: the pungent smell of the fermented millet drink travelling to my nostrils, or the sundried little fishes, their round eyes fixed on me morbidly. As I directed their heads towards my mouth, my bitter face anticipated the bad circus about…
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At the Foothills of the Himalayas: Nepal
One day when I was a child, my brother came back from a long journey to Asia and paid me a visit. He brought me that ring said to be from Nepal. There was a prayer on it. He told me it was a prayer used by the bouddhists: Om ma ni padme hum.…
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