Only the mountain and I.

All the birds have flown up and gone;

A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.

We never tire of looking at each other -

Only the mountain and I.

Li Po

Ranjan always dreamt of owning a piece of land on the mountains. He wanted his own top the world. He wanted his eyes to indulge unabashedly on the infinite immensity of the eternal snow. He got is dream and now possesses a tiny parcel of the roof of the world. He drove to see it yesterday and came back tired but gratifies. My man has a poetic side few know of. 

After feeding his soul, he needed to feed his body with the homemade food I had remembered to pack.