Himalayan Hug

✏️ Day 16 – Himalayan Hug (Nepal)

This morning my pencil pulled me uphill,
higher and higher,
until a stupa appeared on my page—
white dome, golden eyes,
watching me as if I was their only visitor.

Around it, prayer wheels spun quietly,
as though the paper itself was whispering mantras.
My pencil curved again,
and suddenly mountains rose—
Everest standing proud,
yet somehow gentle,
like it was leaning down to hug the whole world.

A secret came with the line:
Kathmandu once had a living goddess, a Kumari,
a little girl chosen to be worshipped
until she grew older.
I paused, in awe—
imagine a city that finds divinity in a child.

I signed the page slowly,
as if the Himalayas themselves
were watching me hold my pencil.

✨ If your pencil could climb mountains, what wonder would it sketch at the peak?
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Thimphu Whispers


✏️ Day 15 – Thimphu Whispers
 (Bhutan)

My pencil was quiet today.
Not rushing, not buzzing—
just breathing with the mountains.

A single line curved into hills,
another rose into the great Buddha Dordenma,
watching me as if it already knew my thoughts.
Prayer flags fluttered into the margins,
their colors like whispers in the wind.

Then my pencil nudged me with a secret:
Thimphu is one of the only capitals in the world
with no traffic lights.
Just policemen, standing in little booths,
guiding cars with hand-dances.
I grinned—what a city,
where even traffic moves like choreography.

When I signed the page,
my pencil sighed happily,
as if it too had bowed to the mountains.

✨ If your pencil could whisper to the wind, what story would it carry?
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