“We sit around, invite neigbours and talk about our sorrows, of what is lost and what is left for us to be happy.” (Barpak, Gorkha) More Stories “Hurry, it is our play time.” “No wait, we will be on Facebook!” “My father worked as the messenger for the villagers, they call such person a “Katuwal”. After he passed away I … I handed over the collected money to Duth Kumari Baini and stepped outside in the sun to join her father … “When they dug me out from the rubble and carried me home, I saw my son next to my shoulders … “I was trapped in the rubble for 7 hours. I would hear footsteps and people talking from above. I screamed … “My father worked as a postman all his life, delivering messages and letters to the people of the village. Though …