Nepal was a breath of fresh air... and more.
Majestic mountain ranges, beautiful clouds grazing the saturated blue skies, amicable people, and a complete filter from the problems of the world and my stressful, career-driven life that I find almost no passion in nowadays.
I live a privileged life, and I have to say, Dhaka or, rather, Bangladesh, is exceptionally developed. I couldn't have realized this had I not taken a break from the country that I've known so well, yet hate to acknowledge. However, there is an aura in Nepal that sticks like decaying glue and it hasn't quite left me and my wife since we came back.
I felt at ease with myself. Sometimes I didn't. Sometimes I was hard on myself, and quite negative. I now feel that it was the accumulated negativities at the back of my mind that may have acted up. As money dwindled in our pockets, I grew more tense knowing that my days of freely roaming around from morning till way past midnight were going to be over. I wished I could have bought all of Nepal with me in my luggage and backpack, but sadly all I brought back were humbling memories and dreamy photos of a week spent in one of the most blessed countries in the world.
Macchapuchare is calling me still. Subhan'Allah! Allah you've given us so much to see, and I've seen so little, and like a fat, hungry cat, I feel as if all I've devoured are only a few bones.
