Chapter 8: Nhetsu Reveals the Village Secret
 
photo of wild grapes
Wild Grapes

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…

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