“A few weeks back, I had an accident. It could have been fatal. These buses from Charikot speed to kill. When I fell, I knew I was going to die. But before that could happen the faces of my children flashed in front of my eyes and I thought what will happen to them if I die. I was hurt but I got up, picked up my bike and with a pounding heart rode home to my children.” (Matak Jirel, Met him in Dhumbarahi, Kathmandu)
