So this time very clearly and in Hindi so that everyone understood I said. “The problem is not the bag, the problem is YOUR HAND ON MY KNEE.”
Archive for April, 2010
There is that delicious feeling that is like star burst in your belly that tingles through your bloodstream like lemonade, fizzes across your face into a smile of deep satisfaction and sinks somewhere into your soul for lifetimes to come.
Since then I have gazed at the Himalaya from many angles, lived in her valleys, sighed at her beauty and found myself at the beginning and end of them, flown over them and even trekked a little bit if lugging your groceries up them counts at all.
