“Sometimes, I walk up to the top of the cliff, sit there quietly, gaze at the waterfalls and the hills across the river and ponder to myself. The memories of childhood and the memories of not knowing anything. The memories of friends, of songs and dances. The memories of mother and brothers. The memories before marriage. The memories of home.” (Lal Maya Shrestha, Shyamsadu, ghumthang 7, Sindhupalchok)
