People of mountains have something special and beautiful about them. This old man was sitting in afternoon closed bazaar waiting for a moment of quiet. Only makes me think the kind of experiences, memories you get that with age – watching a village grow from distant small huts on mountain tops to constructed houses and now to fancy cafes that us outsiders visit to find peace. While I dream of settling down in a village like that – did he always dreamed of moving out to an urban jungle that we find strangling?