I woke up at Newa Chen yesterday, to the bells of the temple next door, the pigeons preening and the motorbikes hooting. Lalitpur! I have never stayed in this historical town, on the other side of the Bagmati River, centuries away from the more modern center of Kathmandu and its tourist appeal.
The smile in my heart is widening by the day. What is it about this place? Do we see and feel here what we want to believe, that the innate goodness of humanity is here to stay and triumph over the doom and gloom of its greedy side? Sharing of stories with others happens easily. Is it that we are more open to whatever life is always ready to give to us, as soon as we open our heart to the joy of endless possibilities?