A few years ago I was in Leh, India, for a few months. When I received an invitation to a screening of Lady Ganga: Nilza’s Story, I watched the trailer and was drawn in at first by the scenery and the mountainside highway along which Nilza was traveling. Cut to a clinic, which was the same one where I had volunteered.
The next scene showed Nilza’s son Smala carrying a bowl of burning incense while walking around the house chanting Buddhist mantras. This was the house where I stayed, and the same way I was awakened every morning by Smala. (more…)