It is about the trip I made to Mustang last year which was quite soothing for a person like me who easily gets impatient and falls in and out of love back and forth with people in my life. It was never planned, I just realized I was out of Kathmandu valley free from those bonds , responsibilities and those tedious habits.I was not myself back then.I was missing a lot more things with absence of friends, laughter, outings and I just needed a break. I am always scared of knowing people in the sense that after two or more conversations, they start to throw tantrums of bad vibes and wrong energy..May be it was always supposed to be that way because there was never a time it did not happen with a single other person , that’s when I realized I was bound to know people for only little time, for only some moments..
Life would be much more blissful when I don’t even have to have two or more conversations with the same person. Starting with the first conversation, sending each other good energy, not having to know each other and judge vaguely and waving good byes with beautiful memories and warm wishes would rather be a good exposure of people for me.These kinds of feelings had taken over my mind while I was physically on the ride with my father jumping harshly up and down on those rocky roads taking chances to our blessed life.Up on the way to Mustang, we met several strangers with whom we talked, we shared, we received , we experienced. But not that I felt a bond with a single person out there , nonetheless life was just too easy ,smooth and beautiful for those 4 days.
We were returning down from the Jomsom , I thought this was all for the trip. And then My father and uncle took chances and tried to cross the river with those two wheel rides. Unexpectedly, I just fell from the bike and the boot I was wearing was all wet. After we tackled the problem and headed out again on the roads. We just stopped around Letey and sadly did not find any suitable place to eat and rest. Then We just saw a cozy house painted white on those non plastered bricks.We asked if there was food i.e typical Nepali “Dal Bhaat set”. With a reply of yes, I just entered the place and a small sized happiness just rolled in front of the entrance door and with those tiny little hands joined to make a “NAMASTE”.
Such a pure innocence, beauty with those dirty clothes on and running nose.Those small freckles which were barely seen with her cheeks red and chapped.Those rites she had received from her parents to welcome guests with a smile so big her adorable teeth were seen and a “NAMASTE” without telling any words just was too perfect to let her be my perfect stranger. That moment of happiness and the inner voice shouting “Aw, such a sweetheart” was so unexpected when you were all wet with water down the knees.
The place we stopped by was totally decorated with all those beautiful Thakali dishes, thalis, karuwas, table ware which holds the beauty of one of the caste of Nepal, Thakali. I spent my whole time with the little one who danced, showed her mischievous acts ,played with my spectacles while were there. Even we were leaving , she just flew a kiss towards and gave us greetings of Namaste and bye as her parents told her to do..We finally drifted off that place. She is a stranger for me for I do not even remember her name, I may not recognize her cozy beautiful place,She could not speak more than two or three words when I met her yet she was a beautiful feeling to me. For me, it was a happy stomach and happy day where I met such an innocence,purity, playful acts, a lost feeling and a perfect stranger…