he has a daughter my age, my guide, and i believe he thinks of her and prays for me.
yesterday we traveled to the foothills of the himalayas- to ski- but the snow was melting. so he and i walked, walked around the resort in silence and few words. many men spoke to him, in kashmiri and urdu, about me. where i am from, why i am here. and so forth.
a women came up to me as we walked through a garden. she grabbed my face with both hands, "oh! little sweetie! how are you my sweetie?" i was bewildered: wide-eyed and silent for a few moments. she laughed. we moved on. and i laughed.
men will not touch be here, if they can help it, even to lend a hand to get into or out of a boat. they maintain a respectful distance.
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