Mountain and River
Thirty years, one sea, and the rediscovery of quiet. It’s that strange hour between night and morning — when the world hasn’t quite decided whether to wake or keep dreaming. Everything is suspended in that in-between: light unsure of its direction, the breeze still tasting of night. The waves
Mountain and River
Flow, Stillness & Courage “One forgets how to flow; the other remembers how to stand. Between them, a valley learns how to live.” I walked back to the river today. It wasn’t the same river, of course—it never is—but it remembered enough of me to nod. The
Mountain and River
The river took a small bend and narrowed – on this rather calm stretch, I looked up to the fascinating view of the steep hillsides. The coniferous trees defying odds and growing tall on these edges and seemingly reaching out to their partners on the other steep bank – like forbidden lovers
Mountain and River
As I sit in my room, perched atop a mountain in the charming town of Kalimpong, a breathtaking view unfolds before me. From my window, I gaze upon a garden adorned with fluttering Darchog – the Buddhist prayer flags, sway gracefully in the crisp morning mountain breeze. Beyond the small garden,