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all the children and their parents join in our merry party and even some of the older, fitter ones join in as well.   We have a wonderful time and some other backpackers from the bunkhouse join us and the whole village is alight with music and merrymaking.
     
    The children are sleepy and go to bed without the usual protest.   The parents sit out in the lovely clear night and we chat with them and I feel closer to them than I have before.
     
    Eventually the party breaks up and Sahida goes home on her scooter to Pokhara and Taj and I are left alone. We close the door and fall into each other’s arms.

 

     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
     
     
    I feel breathless; I have been waiting for this moment since Taj came to the door five hours before.   I look at his dark brown eyes and sink into their depths. His face looks so serious and he touches my face with both hands.   He strokes my hair and kisses the corner of my mouth.   I want him so desperately; my body feels like it is melting and my eyes cannot leave his face as he gently lowers me onto the bed.   He kisses my throat and I lean towards his to kiss his mouth. We kiss hungrily and a burning passion that has been simmering all day comes to the surface and I cannot wait for him to undress me as he has before.   I tear off his shirt and I kiss his chest.   I feel the passion rise within him and he takes my breasts in his hands one at a time and encircles my nipples with his tongue. His kisses go down my body and I almost faint with ecstasy.   I have this longing for him with each of us loving the other with tenderness and ultimate desire.
     
    He turns on his side towards me and looks deeply into my eyes.   “I truly love you.”   He whispers.   He gently lays me on my back and enters me gently and then with a passion I have not felt in him before. We ride each other and I feel that spirituality that I always feel when we make love. It’s like being in a holy place where love is in abundance.   We lie sated by our lovemaking and we do not sleep for a long time because we do not want to lose this wonderful feeling that has seeped into us.
     
    We awake late on the Sunday morning tangled up in the sheet and each other’s arms. The sun is high in the sky and I jump out of bed because I think that Mark will soon be calling with his friends.   Taj is sleeping peacefully so I quietly slip out of bed, wash, dress and make a pot of tea.   I take my cup out onto the terrace and have the whole world to myself where I contemplate the wonder of my life.
     
“How about a cup for me, my little wife?” asks Taj.
“There’s some in the pot, my darling husband”. I reply.
    He joins me on the terrace and we embrace as we sit together and smile at each other like cats that have had the cream.   We sit quietly and feel so content with each other that we don’t hear Mark and his friends as they creep around the corner of our terrace.
     
“Caught you”. Says Mark.
“Caught me what?” I ask.
“Having a snog,” says the cheeky Jack.
    Taj has to laugh and I leave them to make a coffee for them and a bit of breakfast for us all.
     
    We have a lazy day together.   Taj had brought a few bottles of wine and we still have a couple left over from the previous night so we sit together, the five of us and chat amiably and drink some wine.   Later we all have a walk up to the school where I show Mark and his friends where I work.    We walk further up the mountain and Taj and I show them the terraces and the White Mountain tops to a place where they can see the distant valleys and peaks beyond our mountain.  
     
    “There are many treks up here but I hope that you have secured the service of a reputable guide,” says Taj.
     
    “We found one last night at the party.” says Mark.   “He does it for a living and he is the older brother of the boy who I have seen here with you Sarah.”
     
    “Oh I am so glad that you are employing one of the villagers.” Taj and