Monday, July 14, 2008
This one's for you, Keith Nitta!
"There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed,
All my life, though some have changed,
Some forever, not for better,
Some have gone and some remain..."
As I enter my last month in Nepal, I find myself full of a jumble of mixed feelings about my departure. Yes, I will be VERY happy to see Katie and Maggie and all of our wonderful friends. Yet, I can hardly bear the thought of leaving behind the people of Nepal who have become like family to me here. When I am with them my happiness is now tinged with a sad awareness that out time together is growing short.Bittersweet. Wistful. With an ache.
The first Kathmandu friends were the Mulepati family - our Himalya Guesthouse hosts. In an earlier blogpost I shared the story of Moni and her husband, Pem Sherpa and their Everest summit. Below is Moni's brother Monish crashed on the couch after a late night of Internet surfing. (Monish, please don't kill me for posting this photo!) Pem and Moni's daughter stars in the photos with each of her grandparents: Mohan and Shanti. Staying with them has been a wonderful experience and each day when I return home I truly feel that I am are being greeted by family.Some are dead and some are living, In my life I've loved them all.
I hope he gets to come to the U.S. one day so you can all meet him. Funny, to meet a young man in a foreign country with whom you share belly laughs.
But of all these friends and lovers,
There is no one compared with you,
And these mem'ries lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new.
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before,
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more.
1 Comment:
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- Anonymous said...
September 24, 2008 at 11:02:00 AM EDTHi, really enjoyed reading your blog which I stumbled across looking for pictures of Moni & Pem. The Himalayas Guest House is my usual abode when I'm in Kathmandu - it's been 4 years since I was last there, Moni was preparing for her climb of Everest and the maoists were still at war.. It's all coming back to me now - the dawn chorus of puja bells, throat clearing, dogs, cockerels, pressure cookers hissing, motorbikes and tinny transitor radios - waking up with a hangover from last night's raksi, nipping out to the Snowman for a smoothie and cake, going for "an english" at the Cosmopolitan or Hot Breads.. getting dragged off to Bhaktapur for family festivities - where does all that beaten rice come from? and the "rubber curry" that buffalo meat can be like chewing leather!!... Can't wait to go back and experience the delightful madness of it all - roll on November!! - thanks for your great blog - Dave J
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