Legacy Of Lonely Planet- Himachal Pradesh, India
When we suddenly awake to the realization that there is no barrier, and never has been, one realizes that one is all things mountains, rivers, grasses, trees, sun, moon, stars, universe are all oneself.
She is languishing, for not living in the same era of courteous and gracious people who used to prevail years back.
Her spectacular shoes flabbergasted me. Shoes were made of sheep wool, which helps you to keep yourself warm in extreme winters of Himachal. (Earlier, were used in 7-8 feet of snow).
I met this lady(86 years old) sitting on the roadside and there she was busy in weaving some threads of wool, which will contribute in making woolen shawls.
A shepherd by profession , this man takes his sheep to the high hills in order to serve with them the real herbs.
Ladies in himachal have the capacity to excel in everything. Initiating from taking care of kids, cooking to working in public sectors, they are and always have been an epitome of excellence.
When we suddenly awake to the realization that there is no barrier, and never has been, one realizes that one is all things mountains, rivers, grasses, trees, sun, moon, stars, universe are all oneself. Realizing results in true compassion has been led by a old man ‘Revtu Ram’ of 109 years.
Chattering with me, he was overwhelmed with happiness and joy to share his glorious lifetime of 97 years old and still counting!
The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotch of the benevolent man is still strong and hard enough to walk the woody roads.