Thimphu, Bhutan, September 2012
A note to the readers: This reading has been on my mind for the last two hours since i uploaded it. And I realized that the ending for the post was not appropriate. It came from another thought, not related to this post. Frost's poem was written here because I was thinking that there are still many dreams and ideas that I have make come true. However, I have added a couplet that comes to mind whenever I see beautiful gorgeous faces, covered in wrinkles and folds...especially like the one above...
First, I knew that he did not give me his original name, but the one he must have created for tourists and foreigners, second I also felt that the child needed some inspiration. Someone to shake him out of his complacency.
On my way into the shop I had seen this elderly woman, and despite her helplessness, I could not take my eyes off her face, because I found her face to narrate a thousand stories. Every wrinkle could create a novel. Every fold, a poem.
I talked to James a short while, told him he was very, very, very young----even though he insisted he was too old to go and finish his high school. I asked him to place his face next to the lady, so I could place beauties---that are poles apart together.
While we consider old age to be something to run from, it is still lucky to have lived a long, healthy fulfilled life.
Everytime I look at this picture, I cannot but mumble...
The Roads are
lonely dark and deep
but I have miles to
miles to go
before I sleep
----------------------- Robert Frost!
PS: Apropos of the opening (updated) comment on this post is the following couplet....
Khandhar bata rahein hain ki
imarat kabhi buland thi...
The ruins are a testimony
that once it was (a)
magnificent (monument)
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