“That day, I was taking her to her father’s home and I could see her that she was very happy. A year ago, when my son married her she was already a few months pregnant. And because my son was afraid to confront his father, he had almost lost his sanity. When I found out I went to the father’s home and begged for his daughter’s hand for my son. It was a messy wedding. Nonetheless, my son recovered after marrying the women he loved. They had a daughter soon after. My daughter-in-law stole everyone’s heart in the family. She became my own daughter. I was happy that she was visiting her father for the first time after her marriage. That day at lunch, I watched her eat. I had never seen her eat like that. I pushed my plate of meat to her side and she finished that too. I did not know it was going to be her last meal and my last day of happiness.

They never found the body of my daughter-in-law and her daughter. On our way to her father’s home, the Tuin wire crossing above the conflux of the Tsho Rolpa and the Tamakoshi snapped and they disappeared into the rapids in front of my eyes. The loss is so big and the pain unbearable. And I have carried that pain for the last 6 years and it will not go. Sometimes, I feel if only I had let her cross the Tuin before me, she would have been alive. Since then, I have questioned God every day. Why were such innocent people taken away when they had their whole lives in front of them. What was their fault? They had never harmed anyone. I have not received my answer. And I think I never will.”