In such similar strive, we drove to Namobuddha, an outing
closest to our abode. Beauty of this place cannot be confined to words. It’s
enrapturing placidity mirrors peace, stillness, faith and warmth. It has an
aroma of sophisticated mysticism and spirituality, as if an answer to all human
frailties, gluttony and malice. However, the last few strides to reach this
sanctuary is obnoxiously unpleasant. Our vehicle suffered bumps, curves, caves
and thuds along with sheets of mud. My four month old belly cramped all along
the unruly lane. We loathed the incompetence of our unstable government, which
gobbles hefty taxes from us, but is unable to suffice its obligations.
Just as we reach the destination, our disappointments of the
stumbling journey mists into breezy air. The spotless restfulness ripples at
Namobuddha. The yellow-capped hermitage rests at the hills of Kavre, various
wings of the monastery is terraced along its stairs. This place wasn’t a
stranger though.... We had hiked to this picturesque site, more than a decade ago,
in first year of med-school. We were teenagers, freshly paired up with each
other, and quite naïve about one another.... one of the fondest memories of maiden
years of love. Time has taken its swift flight, and here we are, a family of
three.
Our family trip was one of its kind this time, coz we had packed
home food with us. Sausages, cheese, bread, juice, papadum, vegetables, etc
were in the list. In a cozy nook of this peaceful hilltop, we spread our
lunch-pack enjoying the beaming sunshine. Aaliyah was especially elated, as it
was so refreshing. There were throngs of visitors from near and far off places,
from cities and villages alike. All of them were amusingly busy, taking pictures
of themselves, mostly selfies. Women and girls seemed more aware of their
dresses and makeup, than the serene scenery. An irony. Changing times. Men on
the contrary, were more self-reliant, absorbing the stunning backdrop
contently.
The site-seeing lasted a brief hour, and we were heading
back sooner than we had reached. Those sixty minutes were cleansing,
purgatory and delightful. We were weary but content. Gleeful. Happy. And just
like every tour, the journey back home seemed shorter. We were home before
twilight guzzled the Dhulikhel sky.
