amour in the chink, page-5

This is Mr Lincoln Augustus, first second cousin of Holymagiman.

It will just be coming up to 2 pm in Leh, but Leh is far behind us now. We are just sitting back on the mountain slopes over Ladakh, sipping the freshly brewed green tea with Mohan, and he is enjoying the freshly rolled Numba One with us.

The air is clean, the tea is sweet, the Numba One is magical and we are just resting here contemplating this and that and everything else from up among the clouds.

We just found out that Mohan is illiterate, and so it is a fact that he cannot read, and Holymagiman, Baboo and I have just spent the last ten minutes discussing whether it is a bigger disadvantage to not be able to read or whether it is a worser sin to be able to read and yet not understand what is being read.

But many a wise man is a fool, and is it not so that we can always see things so much better when we look over our shoulders?

And Mohan Rambahadur does not really care whichever way it goes, as he is lost in the mists of the finest Numba One and there are many Numba Ones and some way to go on yet.

Blessing of the Lord
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