Cliff and memories of lily-Himalaya

Anapuna Valley spring seems to come early.

In the morning, bright sunlight penetration a village in the field, forest mist Misty. We then pick up the luggage, to catch up with the morning sun.

Cozy spring, it wasn't long before we ever have been interested in sweat stained.

The mountain trail side there is a tavern, the White House wall, outlining brilliant blue lobby and its portico, with orange red flower vine, bushy and hanging from the roof tiles to the porch, YuanWang go like fire falls. So the natural beauty of the Inn strongly attracted by every person on the way to travel.

Perhaps due to Maoist, Hill Road from shadow silence.

Towards early flowering trees of porch, remove the knapsack, the wizard will serve up, Lama "Namaste! someone?!", the answer should come from the porch of a corner. Looking back, a wrap red flowery woman is sitting on the floor to embrace children bottle-feeding, sunlight scattered through I cannnot mottle and the mother and son's body powder with Holy light.

See a stranger visit, the woman hurried to cherish the children got up, with panic and fall between red scarf.

Here, the sound from the Inn room smell out of an old woman, flowers of a dark green blouse, skirt, a local cartridge in traditional dress. Lady with a puzzled glance uncover the road, "and you'll get somewhere so early?! recently here may not be at peace!", the words with the wizard, Lama, and to help us answer the three cups of Masala (tea).

Lobby in intricate flower mission shot was so happy.

I took the camera snooping, inadvertently makes the woman a vigilant. My dues and packed up camera, sit at the table waiting for tea, looked up and saw frames on a few black and white photos, man is a Republic, flexed and handsome. See the old woman out on tea, curious to learn. Lady with hesitation by the eye and the young woman made a little bit of communication, they also end up with a cup of tea, sit on the threshold, start murmuring narrative ....

"The men go out when to mercenaries, had been stationed in South Asia, home to only two of our daughter-in-law and also in the milk of grandson.

"" This Inn that is both father and son to our House to pay, is built to our live!. ”

I asked: "Inn business?! son were frequently sent money to supplement your?".

Lady wry smile whisper: "the situation is not good, not much business they have news, send money more infrequently.

”

"They left home?!," I asked,

"Old man almost 25 years and a half years! son!" replied the Lady.

"No!, is 7 months!" the woman suddenly use correct English seriously.

"They don't go home?!" I blame for them, the old woman suffered in silence and looked at a distance, and the young woman then countersink comb rubbed baby hair ....

Wizard Lama aside suggesting that I do not ask, and it's time to hit the road.

Pay, to continue their way. As we finish the backpack, the old woman to pack her tea, exclaim: "alas, in fact I had it when he died!!!" us dumbfounded that young woman was dumbfounded dumbfounded stare at my mother-in-law, Lady-end with tea and never looking back and into the House.

Cross out the lobby, turn around and say goodbye to young women.

Her eyes filled with tears, callous and looked at us, but her arms with children who rushed to our lovely yiyiyaya, between the eyes with a point between the blessing of the Red moles.

Seems like a dream

We are so short reunite

Do you like a gust of wind blown whooped my mind

Now where is your smiles

Remember that familiar smile

You know I love you miss you blame you read you

Love forever

Do you ever look back and think

Yesterday's oath

Even if you remain open in the water

Beautiful narcissus

Don't forget the lonely corner of the Valley

Wild Lily with spring

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Other: all the way, after gradually understand in Nepal mountain, many young men to earn or out of poverty, are selected as India and neighboring countries of mercenaries.

We met a few of the "keep alive" is not an isolated phenomenon, we inadvertently had touched them vulnerable and sensitive nerves. I pray that this beautiful country to stay away from the war and the poor, as the Inn on the expectations of the wall.

(Old woman)

(On Nepal's interpretation)