The little girl from Khajjiar

By its very nature the beautiful is isolated from everything else.

The horse ride at Khajjiar took us to a small farm high up in the mountains. Piles of haystack at one end and garlic fields at the other with small house in the corner. The view spectacular, and amidst all this a small girl appears and stood with a shy smile.

I wondered what life must be for her, isolated, away from the crowd, hidden away at the top of the mountain, no TV, radio. With the view of the valley far below and the tall mountains as backdrop.

Perhaps I should pity… perhaps I should be jealous.