the life you make
There is a thought that has been running through my mind for the past two months: The life you make. The life you make. One morning in Manali, I was heading out from my guest house to go drop my laundry. Two family members who work and live at the guest house were washing apples which they’d collected from the many apple trees in the yard. (There are many, many apple trees in Manali). About two hundred apples sat in a bin of clean water. One by one they were plucked from the bin, lathered with soap, rinsed off in a separate bucket and hand dried by towel. Then they were placed neatly into a carton, presumably to be...