I stand back while keeping my eyes and ears on the two temperamental foreigners. They’re trailing off, still deep into their heated conversation. Interesting.
Dendup calls Karma over. I’m left to stand on the side—what do I know about these affairs? My fingers slide the jade beads across as my eyes trawl around. Om mani padme hung. The traders are packing up their stalls in the dusky pink sky. Last-moment buyers are hassling them to get the best deals at the end of the day. Om mani padme hung. A lost yak feasts on scraps left by the side of the road. A pair of red robes skirts along, disappearing into the narrow alley next to me. My eyes pick them up as my heart weights down with a tinge of regret. These women used to be sisters. I step back to catch some more of their sight, but they’ve
