lawyer, jeweler, aiman: Lhandruk, nepal 2009
You know what I love about reading? The very length it takes you. Day 2 of the hike, resting our aching legs and feet and weary bodies on the hard plastic chairs, I saw the book he was holding. To Kill a Mockingbird, with the exact same paperback cover I have. I asked him earlier in the morning when me first bumped into each other if he had read it, and he said he picked it up a few days back. I told him to tell me what he thinks about it, and to ask who my favorite character was. So now, day 2, he asked me if I remembered the quote about lawyers. “Well, I can’t help but take an interest to it since I am one myself.” We discussed about my favorite character.
The next morning, another guy joined us. He was crazy, always smiling, high 24/7. He sounded like one of those bumming surfers you see on tv – “whoaaa dude, check it out mannn!” – the ones that speak with a lilting, nasally voice. He’s in the jewelry business, doing charms, “mostly silver.” I told him about this jewelry idea I saw online, to which he got so interested, and copied down the url.
In the room aiman made funny irritating jokes to us before we dozed off. Earlier we saw a local couple fighting in front of everyone. When we asked why, the lodge owner told us, “They hate, he go for sexy woman! she not sexy!”
The night was cold, freezing. I woke up early in the morning and saw the mountain. The lawyer told me he heard the jeweler went out of his room, “and I could have sworn he said it. He said this – ‘holy fucking shit awesome!’ and I heard he went inside probably to take his camera or something. That’s the thing that came to my mind when I looked at the mountain this morning – holy fucking shit awesome.” He had curly hair, unshaven face, gravelly voice.
I went to snap a picture of the view, and then turned back to snap this picture of them.
