Tiger’s Nest

It was pure chance and coincidence that I stepped out of my room when I did. I had decided to skip the trek owing to my health.

But I saw some of the folks of our group bounding back to their rooms to collect whatever it is that they had forgotten. Walking a few more steps, I saw the whole group still assembling for their departure.

Come, they said. If there was any calling and chance that came together in recent memory, it was this.

The climb to the monastery was simply terrific. A few of us including the young boy even went further up to Paradise Temple.

We raced down.

In the afternoon, it was back to my Clarissa. At several points, I had to pause.

Pausing uphill for Tiger’s Nest is one thing. Pausing at Clarissa’s words are another.