My tongue didn’t have a mind of its own. It had already become accustomed to life in exile, and it didn’t think much of returning home.
Cruelly, it was Langtang’s very vitality that spelled doom for extended families up and down the valley.
Somehow we managed to escape them and we headed for the highest mountains we could see. No more police behind us, but it was clear why. There was no food, we were entering uninhabitable mountain reaches. We had to sleep in the snow.
Hearing of the violence in Kailali, my first reaction was to chide myself for posting about the Valley’s half-bandh. My jokey tweet now appeared wholly inappropriate, and irrelevant. I deleted it. I began scrolling through the fragments of news reaching me through the wires. The act of reacting to the carnage both tamped down my […]