#monastaries

Pale and with blood shot eyes, a group of mysterious women set their foot on Louisiana ground for the first time. Shipped from France, they were the promised girls for the colonial men to be their wives. Who were the Casket Girls? Just innocent women far away from home, or blood thirsty vampires?

I was walking with an empty stomach, almost falling on the wet slippery road that was going downhill but then my senses caught the aroma of steaming Momos and I stopped as if I hit a brick wall. As I began to place my order, my senses again distracted me when I saw this colorful monastery standing so tall in front of me. I could hear the chantings and feel the positive vibes of the mantras mixing in the moist breeze of the mountains and I totally forgot my hunger. Almost always, beauty overrides hunger.

Buddhist stupa in Khumbu Valley, Himalayas, Nepal