The old friend Kitiphu
I don’t know if falling in love with a mountain more than with any person is weird. Two years ago I wrote about this beautiful mountain in Bumthang, Kitiphu. No evil seems to have kissed this magnificent giant and its grandeur stands as beautiful as ever. It still fills me with positive feelings and gives me all the reasons to fall in love with it. My visit this time promised bigger things. It was like meeting an old friend after long years of distance. It was like that friend had all the answers to my questions I was never able to get a way to. More prayer flags have been stringed and hoisted. The older ones were faded and overlapped by the new ones with fresh prayers. The weight of the flags on the strings made it difficult to flutter lightly but it looked beautiful just the same. all the flags were somehow connected to eachother(It looked like all selfish prayers that were hung together) and it made me realise how we belonged to the same web even though our prayers sa...