An old woman Nele Bazaar, Solukhumbu
“What do your eyes see in me, boy? What makes you want to take my picture? Where will you find a place to hang it? I am not clad in shiny gold nor expensive silver. My face is wrinkled and my hair like snow. But, I will smile for you, boy. It is something that I have not forgotten in life. And I have all these full set of teeth to show. Now, your talk of stories, of sadness and happiness is making me laugh. Get it over with quick!”
