She asked him "What do you do when you feel alone and lonely?"And he said "I talk to the mountains!

The mountain greets me with respect and guides me to traverse the rocks and crevices of its body! He is strong and vigorous and he appreciates my stamina and toughness.

The water was still. The mountains moved.

Tonight I miss you like the sky misses his moon; a delicate epiphany growing on grass. I serenade the breeze into dancing a cha cha cha; the mountains echo in the background. September sky never looked more charming; or the sublime petals of the rose looked so graceful.

Pokhara has a magical serenity that is not found in any other place!

The rocks were really big around the mountains and at times some rocks seemed as if they had been sculpted by some unknown artist.

There is a strange breeze that flows from the mountains. The breeze is tender yet harsh, sublime yet subtle, and it drifts from place to place in search of a nothingness. I am that breeze and I can't belong to one place or to anyone. I am the wanderer and wandering is my destiny.