Monjula

import Media from './components/media'; import { Gallery } from './components/wrappers';

“During my first year at Kalimpong I lived in a modern house on a cliff high above the valley of the Teesta. Three of the walls of my study consisted almost entirely of glass, and when I lit the lamps at dusk the panes were covered in a matter of minutes by hosts of bright-coloured moths, desperately beating their wings and trying to get to the light. Uncannily large praying mantises edged slowly along the window-sill; flying ants looked for some chink through which to enter. Now and again the cigar-shaped body of a big hawk-moth thudded against the glass with a crack that sounded as though the pane had been struck by a pebble. I often felt as if I were sitting in a glass vivarium watched curiously by a thousand pairs of gleaming moth's eyes.”

[Nebesky-Wojkowitz, René von. 1957a. Where the Gods Are Mountains: Three Years among the People of the Himalayas. Translated by Michael Bullock. New York: Reynal and Company, 64]