On my way back from Kakbeni I entered a small restaurant which was run by Lakshmi didi, who was too curious about my journey and insisted me to have the lunch with them. I had a great time there listening to her stories of how she helps the women of Mustang to be self-dependent. How the nomadic people live their life in those harsh weather. How they cope up with all the difficulties just to stay in the lap of their deity, the mountains.
Every time I close my eyes it opens up in the vast beauty of Mustang. It certainly creates a hollow in my chest, I see the curves I past, the bends I turn, the edges I faced, the faces I met, the eyes that looked into my heart, the stones, the hills, the mountains, I looked open mouth. The blue river that flowed with me, the starry sky I talked to every night, the wind that brings back the smell again and again. The barren that filled my heart with joy, I can’t sleep.It calls me again and again. I know that:
“I never will be able to bring it back
But I ever will be able to dream it back.”