“He, who cannot forgive, will break the bridge from where he himself must pass.”
Kathmandu, 14 October 2017 — Eyes opened as usual at 5 am, hugged her, pressed and stepped up to Kitchen for warm water. I found an old diary and ripped on floor in Kitchen, picked up, put on table. I recognized her handwriting, could not help not reading the text and spent half an hour with such genuine and eternal words she had written in school days. The text affirmed the philosophy and idea we shared each other since our beginning, 2000.
She was pressing her arms time and again at the roadside of Khasan Road, Bangkok, Thailand while serving foot massage to foreigners at public area in December 2016. My observation went for more than an hour and turn by turn she served foot massage to people hanging around there. My meaning making machine thought and asked a question. She was erasing pain of all foreigners but who would erase her pain of arms and mind. I went to road side for a foot massage and she offered her service at 100 Batt. “Okay”, I said and I also offered my free foot massage service to her paying 100 Batt for her service too. She agreed and after my foot massage. With her permission, I started foot massage.