Long before dawn, on the rooftop of a nunnery in the foothills of the Himalayas, the night hush is broken by the sound of a gentle command calling young nuns to attention. As the women space themselves out with a few low whispers, their instructor brings the group to order and they draw their feet together, pulling their hands back towards their waists as they stand waiting.
In the background, the only sound is a soft symphony of cicadas, but high on the roof of the Druk Gawa Khilwa nunnery, an hour’s drive from Kathmandu, the air is now filled with precise instructions in the practice of kung ...
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