“This is where I come to think. My thoughts come and go like the wind and sometimes I forget what I am thinking. Sometimes it is a distant memory, sometimes an incident that happenned and sometimes just faces of people. Sometimes thoughts of my three sons and my one daughter. Very often, it is also imaginations of what if I had money or what if I was powerful. For a brief moment, it feels good to think about what is not real, to be lost in dreams, but eventually you come back to your realilty. And then, there is just so much hardships in the present.” (Paramatma Subedi, Ramduni Chowk 23, Makawanpur)