Nanda Kumar

“… everything was fresh, green and particularly beautiful. Afternoon light, filtering between remnants of monsoon clouds, picked out gullies and spot-lit patches of forest and scrub on the convoluted ridges of the rim of the Kathmandu Valley. Or, after a rainstorm, wisps of clouds clung to the trees as if scared to let go. Behind, himals peeked out shyly between the clouds.”
― Jane Wilson-Howarth, A Glimpse of Eternal Snows: A Journey of Love and Loss in the Himalayas

“The mountains were so wild and so stark and so very beautiful that I wanted to cry. I breathed in another wonderful moment to keep safe in my heart.”
― Jane Wilson-Howarth, Snowfed Waters

“Meditating always like the great Saint.Completely detached and completely one with the universe.

You are taller than anyone,
Stronger than anyone.
Thunder can't shake you nor can the clouds reach you.
You are fearless.

You are at the highest state, yet you are down and hold the strongest attachment with our Mother Earth.
You are Ego-less.

Your purity make the Nature run through you and virgin snow have the honor to make the beautiful scarf for you.
You are absolutely pure.

You witness all our drama, forgiving always no matter what and keep showering your blessings with the great treasure of Nature and for the survival of life in this heavenly planet of Earth.

We salute you O’ Great Saint - The Great Himalayas.”
― Ricky Saikia