One day in the past

Spiti Valley, State of Himachal Pradesh, Indian Himalaya. May 2001


««remembering spiti valley

dear agnes,
i am so delighted to receive your letter and the photos which are really very lovely. they are the only ones i have from this trip. i have made colour photocopies to send to friends and my family. Thanks very much for not forgetting. Thanks a million.
my fingernail (do you remember?) is slowly regrowing. its just coming up to one third of its normal length. the finger feels kind of numb and especially while giving shiatsu it kind of feels peculiar.

i returned to the south via rohtang and manali and skipped the rekongpeo roadway. something to do some other time perhaps.
back in auroville it is hot and humid and life is somewhat slow. but i am rejoicing, i am living in india and that is my heart's wish.
for one week i will leave my flat in the centre of auroville to live at the beach in a hut. for a change and a kind of holiday feeling. it will be nice to sit on the terrace overlooking the ocean at night, contemplating and meditating.
trusting you are well and that you are happy in your new job
i send you all my love
heidi»»

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