Corner with a Full View

So many ideas come along, get around my brain, keep me awake all night sometimes, agonize me all through the day until finally they give up and limp away into oblivion. Never to be remembered again. If by some chance, it was thought of, that would be when the talk would be of the dead, the long gone. So many people are jealous of me. I am jealous of many more. Yet jealousy from either side makes no sense. Everyone who has known life enough knows that it doesn't make sense to be jealous of anyone. Everyone's life has a few shining moments. Everyone's life is messed up. Basically everyone's life is just that. Life.

(Also published with huge edits in the Kathmandu post as a photo story, follow this  link .) Before your eyes is a breathtaking view, probably one that falls among the most spectacular of nature's creation that you are ever likely to witness. In front of you is an enchanting lake whose colors you have not quite been able to put a name on. Blue, purple, turquoise, brown, black...! Lake Phoksundo keeps changing its shade and there's a different color wherever you put your eyes on. The lake is surrounded by massive picturesque cliffs that juts towards the sky as far as the eyes can see. On top of everyone of them is sheer white snow that seems like a finely adjusted cap with little rivulets running down their crevices. And beyond these cliffs are real snowy mountains. The Kanjiroba range stretches leisurely all along the Northern side of this already compelling view. Now, unglue your eyes for a while and turn your back. What do you see? A dream like little hamlet with thatch...

Outside the weather is so dreary, ruthless and soulless that I struggle while spending my whole day indoors not to succumb to listlessness.  This is what I usually see from my window as soon as I wake up. Snow, a bit greyish lansdcape, no sun, no hope.