This post follows from the post titled ‘the art of selective felling’; is the last of the Malaysia visit travelogues. Wanted to post pics of all of us in the last chapter. The toughest part of the entire course was this; to say goodbye to friends we had never met even just few weeks back. We came together irrespective of religion, country, in some cases language, different sense of humour and what not and we departed as friends for life. We all plan to meet somewhere somehow and travel…but there may not be another pasoh-time with all of us together, probably there need not be…we remember the moments so well forever.
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The lows and highs - the ebbs and tides - the fall and rise
The water during a high tide on a beach gushes in loudly and surprises me with how high it rises. It moves in slowly but reaches out far in ...
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The day was bright, unlike all the other days in this year. Its already April and four months into the year, we only just today had the su...
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The monk was from Burma and had come over to India in the late 70s. A long flowing grey beard, a pleasant smile, broken Hindi and a cons...
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The trigger for me to purchase a two-wheeler about three years back for my field work in Upper Siang district in Arunachal was an interesti...
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Dude the cats name is Ginger. Wow. Remember Ginger?
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