First four years of my Kathmandu stay was in my aunt’s (Phupu’s) house in Dilli Bazar. During the final days of grade five, my aunt’s husband passed away and it was difficult time for all of us. As per brahmin tradition we were not supposed to see her until after a year of her husband’s death. I hated the practice for two reasons. First, I did not know where to stay during the sixth grade. Second, I wanted to be with my aunt when she was really alone and she needed us the most. Anyway, nothing I could do against the several generations long practice.
Bearing a confused mind and to fulfill my mother’s wish to meet my relatives, my journey started, thinking more about the people I am going to miss and trifle about the ones I am going to meet.