When I arrived in Pokhara last December 2020, it seemed the whole city was in a deep slumber because of the pandemic. The Annapurna Himal and the supporting hills were shrouded by the winter haze. Empty streets were filled with the warmth of afternoon light. Arriving in Pokhara, the virgin goddess Mt. Fishtail is always there to greet you, her towering height commanding every view. She entertains you at times by playing hide-and-seek between a veil of clouds. For me, Pokhara represents a repository of my sweet childhood memories because I grew up in a nearby village. However, this time, I was heading for a secluded serenity to renew, retreat, relax, rejoice and generally contemplate life’s intricacies.