“The mountains were his masters. They rimmed in life. They were the cup of reality, beyond growth, beyond struggle and death. They were his absolute unity in the midst of eternal change.” - Thomas Wolfe
Views of the Kumaon Himalayas, like this, are only for us The Great Indian Tourist. For life
on the mountains must continue, earlier the seasons dictated the pace of life,
now it is calendars and global warming.Trishul in clouds
Building a house at the end of a walking track is difficult,
all the supplies have to be brought by mule or by hand. Now that cutting and
selling wood is not feasible (it’s mostly pine which is not good for
construction), the building has to be of modern materials got from outside. Pathways have to be found for mules, where earlier a man
trudged, now mules go.Mules are used where the walking track has been
widened
A very tired mule |
Most of the labour is from other states, paradoxical though, as the younger generation from the mountains are leaving as there are no jobs to be had...the working man
people who own houses, come infrequently... ...otherwise houses remain locked
Drying is with the sun, clothes are washed when it is bright
and sunny and put out to dry. So are the vegetables, most of which are grown on
the property itself. clothes that have dried and are ready to be taken in...
And life must go on, the eternal cycle of drudgery. The Munni Devi's of the mountains gather firewood, look at the sky, if it is a clear day...Pumpkins grown on the property, these are
being readied for Shivratri
gathering firewood
"Your
faith can move mountains, and your doubt can create them." — Swami
Vivekananda
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