PK. Sherpa (PART 7)

PK. Sherpa (PART 7)

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While climbing up I was with many climbers; thus, was not afraid because if something happens, there are people to help. But at the time of coming down I was alone and thought that if something happened I would die for sure. But again I remembered Master alone (in TAPASYA) meditating for all living creatures, and felt sorry for him. I got courage spontaneously, from nowhere, with a faith that Master would save me. The tears were again coming down in the respect of Master. The words came out without my consent: "Master, Master please save me." 
 
You know one thing: while Master is not in meditation - he is funny, friendly, an impressionist, a scientist, an environmentalist, a politician, a deeply religious, full of wisdom, kind, generous, positive, etc etc, there is no enough (fine) adjectives to elucidate the Master.  But when he is in (TAPASYA) meditation you find him totally different. No sign of any emotions. My limited knowledge of English can never utter what he Is, Who he Is when Master is in TAPASYA. 
 
One time I saw a circling rainbow around his head during the period of his staying on the Top of the Everest. Sometimes, I would see him that he is surrounded by a lot of birds. Sometimes, I would see him being welcomed by Musk dears. Nobody knows who the Master is .......at certain point: especially when he is in TAPASYA.
 
In fact, honestly talking, sometimes I would feel like he is a small tiny particle; but sometimes I would feel like he is a giant hill. Nobody knows who the Master is .......at certain point: especially when he is in TAPASYA.
 
Sometimes, I would feel of myself as the luckiest person to have been able to become a Master’s videographer; but sometimes, I would feel of myself as a useless pig when I am left behind the Master and become too late to take the important TAPASYA’s scenes. Nobody knows who the Master is.......at certain point: especially when he is in TAPASYA. 
 
To the Context: 
While coming down alone, my legs were going inside the extremely thick snow. The fact is, in a matter of minutes the snow comes and hides the way that other people had walked on earlier. In a matter of minutes, if it is snowing, you will become like a snowed Santa Claus full of snow turning into a walking statue of a snowball. 
 
To my surprise, as soon as with very very breath-taking difficulties I came down to the Balcony, (