I am lying down on a small 5x1 ft black couch in a hospital cabin. I have made a pillow out of a blanket and placed it in a position from where I can see my Bajai. I need to stay alert all night so that I know when she needs something.
If you find yourself in and around the Patan Durbar Square, you are likely to find a couple of three-wheelers that immediately stand out. Difficult to categorise as tempo or rickshaw, pedi cabs are misfit of sorts.
Two years after the 2015 earthquakes, many things have changed and much hasn’t. On the surface, it appears that Nepalis have ‘risen above’ the adversity and moved past the disaster, but it’s not necessarily true.
When you are a single woman, who walks alone from one rural village to another, advocating wildlife conservation, in an area where hunting and poaching are ‘gari khane bhaado’—the means of survival—life is not very easy.