Sitting at Chimera, watching these always-burning fires, my hiking friend and trail angel Elena tells me a Russian fable.
Fatima brings out her atlas. She wants to see our walking route.
Her initial shyness has melted. Her light blue eyes dance with wonder and travel lust.
Ali waves to us from the top of the hill. We wave back, reluctantly.
It’s the end of our walking day, and we are scanning the desert landscape for a suitable campsite. We have our eye on an abandoned house on the flattened section of the hill not far from where Ali is standing. Continue reading One Moment: Those People
Here are three fleeting moments within the same 30 minutes. They are representative of the many fleeting moments that mark much of our time in South Asia.
I stand in a shower of full moon beams, listening to the prayers vibrating from the nearby loudspeaker of the temple. The shadows of the trees in the garden dance on the ground.
Life is filled with lots of little moments. Here is one of them.
Introducing the One Moment series, dispatches about the ordinary things we appreciate in the present moment.