“Every year my father took us to the Manakamana temple. It was like a family ritual. This one time, on our way back from the temple, I ran half way down the hill thinking that my parents would eventually catch up with me. Midway, I was tired and decided to rest on a nearby shed. I didn’t know when I fell asleep. When I woke up it was already getting dark and my parents were nowhere around. I remember I was really scared. I thought they had left without me. I cried so much that day.”
– Mahesh Maharjan, Thahity, Kathmandu. Met him in Sano Gaucharan, Kathmandu.
