Wild Grapes

photo of wild grapes

Chapter 8: Nhetsu Reveals the Village Secret   The journey up the small, boulder and brush dotted small hill was slow. It was sizzingly hot and the path thorny. But I lovingly endured it anyway. The wild grapes I ate along the path up made the journey more sweeter. On reaching the top, I sat on huge jagged and moss painted rock and absorbed the rural landscape. There, among other things, I could see the winding tortuous path that led to the old man’s homestead. Nhetsu. From where I sat, I could see him seated lonely underneath the shade of his thatched hut on a stool…