Rajendra: A 60 word story

A yellow and black North Face fleece from a former client

Do you trust me? Let me take you off the beaten path.

Volleyball at the local pitch

Thank you, the milk tea is tasty: [Danybhad, Dudh chiya shimbu].

Many young boys go and fight for the Gurkha rather than stay here.

The Alps end where the Himalayas begin.


Portraits from Nepal

In 2010, I took an unforgettable trip to Nepal.

It made me question everything.

Why I hadn’t been to the Himalayas before.

Why I was not writing my PhD on this place.

Why I had to leave so soon.

And one thing that struck me the most was the people.

Their warmth and openness.

All of these people were asked permission to be photographed.

And yet, I always wonder about the ethics of capturing people – and perhaps a part of their soul.

These are a few portraits of the people

Who I met along the way

I think of them, particularly in light of the tough year Nepal has had.

All photos are copyright rinamala.

the inheritance of loss…

… is a novel by Kiran Desai about different worlds, identities and life struggles.

I reflect on that book as I think of both the global and personal experiences of loss that we go through.

Nepal, not once, but twice. Those of us who are far hope for resilience in a space which is being confronted by natural awakenings.

Prayer flags, Nepal

But also in the small spaces that may be more close to home. The loss of families and loved ones. Often taken from us too soon. A void that is difficult to fill.

The inheritance of loss transcends time, space and generations and it crosses oceans.

At the same time, the support, resistance and recovery that is shared from across the miles also crosses those (real or unreal) boundaries.