Flies crowding in Nako.

On my arrival in Nako village, Spiti valley around late afternoon on 3 September 2022, I left the door of my room open and started taking picture of the views outside.

When I entered the room after a short while, the whole room was crowding with houseflies. I have never seen so many flies glued to the walls at once. As if the entire village’s flies had gathered, perhaps to welcome me, perhaps to investigate.

Did they smell death on me? Or life?
Do they know something that I don’t?

I care not for I am a happy fly like in this William Blake poem written in 1794:

Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.

December 11, 2022

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