“This was my school, or what remains of it. Nothing remains of it. There was an underground section where we used to hide and play. Nearby was a shop that sold Selroti. One Selroti for 5 paisa, you remember the one with the cow engrained on it? And then there was a shop that sold green peas on leaves, handful in 5 paisa. We ran away from school and gathered there to snack. He also gave us free pickles. There are a lot of memories. Now, there is nothing. Just living with those memories now. What more can I do? The tears just roll down. They just roll down.” (Dangol Dai, Sankhu, Kathmandu)
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