Behind my cottage was a small forest, the one that is neither too large that it would horrify the neighborhood with its magnificent labyrinth trees nor too small as to be deciphered as a mere land filled with greenery, but it was the exact size to add a thrill of living in the embrace of nature, cherishing life. The forest was a combination of woodlands and meadows, and from the backside window of my cottage, one could see a path twisted its way down through the trees, over an open ridge where red sorrel grows wild, and then steeply down through a tangle of thorn bushes, vines, and rangal bamboo. “How much have you covered?” I heard Yohaan questioning someone in the background as I sipped on the coffee, staring at the tall trees. At the bottom of the sturdy tree straight in my line of visi
