Switzerland is beautiful but nothing compared to the Himalayas. It is convenient to be in Switzerland with all its modern facilities. It is very inconvenient
in the Himalayas.
It is still without any technology at all – no roads,no electricity, no airplanes, no railroads, nothing at all. But then comes the innocence. One is transported to another time, to another being, to another space…
I wanted to die there; and this morning, standing and looking at the sunrise, I felt relieved, knowing that if I die here, particularly on a day as beautiful
as this, it is okay. And I will choose to die on a day when I feel I am part of the Himalayas.
Death for me is not just an end, a full stop. No, death for me is a celebration.
Remembering the snow falling from the trees, just like flowers falling from madhu malti, a haiku flashed….