Namdroling

The pre-pubescent monks next door are constantly sweeping and mopping their room, cooking and doing laundry...They're like little super housewives in their shorts and undershirts. They now smile at me after my peace offering of coconut cookies and un-named biscuits which i heard them squealing over from my room. Bee carcasses litter the ground (in Zangdopalri). The leper's stubbed hands have fingernails (I saw as I placed a rupee in them). Fat rats near the stupa--dusk. Lolling on the sidewalk. White fog this morning, the birds elated. In the afternoon they tell me there's no tea.