“She was seven days old. Her father was slumped in the bed. His phone rang. He jumped to it as if he had been waiting for this call. I could hear faint whispers of his conversation from outside the room. After a few minutes, he came to the room and stood in front of me as if to announce something. I asked him what it was. Then he told me, ‘I am leaving, I am leaving to Kathmandu.’ He started packing his bags. I noticed he was packing his new clothes which he normally wouldn’t take. But then I was too sick to figure out anything. I thought it was just one of his office calls and that he would be back in a few days. It’s been over two years now. Today, someone asked her where her father was and she is upset and I am trying to cheer her up.”
– Met her in Bidur, Nuwakot