Talk about stark contrasts. Temperatures – 47 degrees in Jaipur but Thimphu is floating on average of 13 degrees. Strong gushes of loo here but constant rain in Thimphu. Sunshine glares outside our windows here but the clouds are halfway down the mountains there. No sign of an overcast sky in Jaipur but double rainbows show up on the Thimphu horizon. Walking paths are dry and parched with the earth all caked up here while you can run by a gurgling river with weeping willows waving over your head.
Why do I compare? Because we are counting days to Mountain Echoes now. Why do we not swelter despite the blistering heat? Because the promise of going back to Bhutan for Mountain Echoes 2018 keeps us going. When you look at the rugged majesty of Amer, Nahargarh and Jaigarh put together, you recall the towering grandeur of Tashichozong. When you look up in awe and wonder at Kuensel Phodrang, you go back to the pristine white of Birla Mandir. When you drive past the ornately lit Albert Hall Museum you recall the regal Royal Textile Academy. When you bite into a mirchi bada here, you recall the fiery ema datshi and pork chilly. When you hear the strains of morning ragas at a temple courtyard, you hear the rhythmic chanting of the Buddhist monks.
When we work on Mountain Echoes in Jaipur, we keep a little bit of Thimphu in our hearts. When we go to Bhutan, we carry a little bit of Jaipur with us.
A sneak peak into #MountainEchoes by @mitakapur
Art by @gubbari #MountainEchoesBTS