What did we do for our holidays?
We argued about hills to cross
We looked precipices in the eye
We chased whistling marmots
Through petrified moss
We looked for places where we could crouch
unseen
And look up to the sky
Or down at the gravel
We flashed our lights at a Tara and a
Bodhisattva
And marvelled at their smiles
We climbed high past rocks and mules
Past the gates of stone
Past the gates of horn
We floated above an obsidian lake
That changed its colours with the sun
We walked through palaces
Where continents collide
And imagined old caravans
Of relics and the treasures of Tantrics
We ate tiny fruits of the sun
We went down to a river
A
boy in a world of girls
We wrestled with despair
And gnashed our teeth
We cried in the rare air
That it’s all too much for me to take
What did we do for our holidays?
Nothing much, but enough.-Bibek Bhattacharya
