Bravely her prayer fluttered out. It seemed to her so bright, gay, and courageous. It was with a sincere and humble supplication in her heart that she asked whatever Gods there were to protect her in the unknown future.
‘Help me,’ she prayed. ‘Bring me happiness.’
Then the thought came to her like a voice,
‘Could you be happy without love?’
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In Sikkim there are no great riches, but neither is there poverty. Over the hills, on which perch the little square-roofed Monasteries, amid blossoming trees of peach and cherry, stand tiny white houses.
It did not surprise Vivian to learn that to the Buddhists this land was Holy. From here their great Master started off on his mission and it seemed to her impossible that evil or unkindness could exist in such a perfect land.
No wonder the peop
