View outside from inside Simla View Hotel several months ago.....
It was so very cold there. I got sick and it doesn't get warm inside the hotel rooms, there is not sufficient insulation, I was not able to recover despite renting a heater and receiving extra blankets. I just couldn't get the place and myself inside warm. Usually I recover naturally. I got so scared during my visit there that I took allopathic medicine to force the cold and very rough cough to disappear.
The manager and cook of Simla View -- his name is Sunil -- took me to a nearby doctor. The old man was very kind and familiar with San Francisco, where I come from. He explained to Sunil in Hindi, which I don't speak well enough yet to understand their conversation, where to get medicine and what kind and how to take it, and Sunil asked for 500 rupees from me and walked away, soon to return with a bag with three kinds of regular medicine.
I asked my inner healer spirit guide Menga whether to take this chemistry.
"Who gave it to you?" Menga asked.
I thought about it. In effect, it was Sunil who had made the effort to bring this medicine to me:
"Then it is safe to take it," implying that it was the heart with which Sunil had brought it, his love inside, which made the medicine good and healing for me.
It then snowed that night.
The next morning, Simla View's view was this:
I was ready to leave on this snowy morning. I wanted to get back to the monastery, where it was warmer, to get healthy. Sunil was reluctant to let me go. I insisted.
I slipped and fell on the steep hardened snow downward slope, not because I was sick, but because my soles have no grip. Then, to my embarrassment, I realized that Sunil was observing my leaving:
“Ma’am! Stay here!”
“No worries, I am ok!”
“Ma’am, no!” And he made a scary face.
I didn’t want to insult his caring intimidation, but I really needed to get to the warmer region.