having a cup of tea in the warm wooden
house with a kinnauri family, listening
to their family stories or meeting a lama
predicting the future of a lady. Visiting
the Buddhist forts during the morning
prayers or tasting the homemade apple
alcohol distributed after evening worship
of Gupt devi in a temple. And I swear, I
can keep on continuing about these
lovely memories which are still fresh in
my mind.
I was keen to know the lives of Kanuri
people, understand their culture and feel
their hardships in this inhabited village.
I found the feeling was mutual to know
about each other’s life to live the life for a
few moments which is different from us.
I have never met such cheerful and warm
people. I got invitations from the
villagers as I smiled and nodded to say
hello. Sitting in their small
wooden houses they talked about social )