Part VIII

Late Monday Night – Nostalgia Beckons

A Moment in Thimpu[1] A Memory for a Life Time

Its magical... invoking a surreal feeling of spiritual existence
Pristine blue skies strewn with shapeless clusters of cumulus, like cotton they float down the slopes with the zephyr searching for a soul to touch …. The crisp breeze… fresh like a mountain spring...
The rocky paths paving its way through the surrounding mystical Monasteries all along the prayer flags dancing in the wind...
The temple bells chime in the distance… The smell of freshly burned musk mixed with delicious odor of freshly baked momos lingers.
Bright Rhodendrons bloom on the distant slopes… flames of the forest play their little games on the snow clad slopes…
An orchestra of this mountainous paradise playing nature’s own symphony ….

[1] Capital of Bhutan