Bedtime Stories
Under the Apple blossoms,
When you rest your head on my lap,
I will read to you about the mighty mountains of Lhasa and prayers in a Mani wheel.
I will tell you the story of how my father had a 107 horses but when he came from Tibet,
it was on foot.
About the scented monastery of Lamayuru.
About my Acha and her wrinkles,
And how I have finally made peace with Zanskar river.
And, when your mind flows slower than the river,
know that we have become one.
Under the Apple blossoms.
Under the Apple blossoms,
When you rest your head on my lap,
I will read to you about the mighty mountains of Lhasa and prayers in a Mani wheel.
I will tell you the story of how my father had a 107 horses but when he came from Tibet,
it was on foot.
About the scented monastery of Lamayuru.
About my Acha and her wrinkles,
And how I have finally made peace with Zanskar river.
And, when your mind flows slower than the river,
know that we have become one.
Under the Apple blossoms.
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