In this valley, horizon is always marked by the mountains. They are more than a presence. They are markers of identity for the people. One doesn’t rise any higher than they do. They could scrape the bottom of planes even as they soar high. The mighty Dhaluagiri range dares the planes. They form a wall that planes must circle around much like the Hindus and Buddhists in the valley do, around their shrines.
There is warmth and there is cheer here. There is laughter here, in the face of tremendous daily hardships. Kathmandu is where one learns about human spirit, among other places in the world. One who arrives leaves with the fine dust of this spirit of valley people, Nepali people, to live profuse and well, irrespective of the odds.