Sunday
Sep202009
It's really hard to write on this computer
September 20, 2009
I will miss: the shape of the range of hills behind by house; the way it curved itself like a bowl, and on clear nights all the stars fell into that bowl.
This everyday lesson: the only way to tackle a steep pathway up a long hill is head in, ready, one step at a time, with willingness to breathe hard.
Rain
Tripta, who hugged me and cried.
The freshness of the air. It's a different kind of air up there, and the sky robed itself in glory on many many evenings.
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Now we are nowhere and everywhere, in between places, in between trains in one of the most populous cities on earth. We are the tiniest people in a great heaving, working mass, waiting for our train to take us away from here.
This everyday lesson: the only way to tackle a steep pathway up a long hill is head in, ready, one step at a time, with willingness to breathe hard.
Rain
Tripta, who hugged me and cried.
The freshness of the air. It's a different kind of air up there, and the sky robed itself in glory on many many evenings.
*
Now we are nowhere and everywhere, in between places, in between trains in one of the most populous cities on earth. We are the tiniest people in a great heaving, working mass, waiting for our train to take us away from here.

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Reader Comments (7)
As always I am looking forward to the stories and pictures you bring to us of your journey.
Abs x
oh, you're on your way ...
waiting for pics!
Wow, on your way. You can always go back next year to the same place, just remember that - you could have 2 homes that are for seasons only. But goodbyes are hard.
Love you guys!
Safe travels!
Be safe lovely people!
I know a lot of people who travel to Nepal for the summer and then back to India for the rest of the year, something about those matriachal mountains draws them back year after year. Safe journeys!
Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?