As I walked past, I noticed her helping her mother recover belongings from the rubble of her fallen house. She saw me, came running and started following me as a local guided me through the broken alleys of the village. I asked her what her name was but she just smiled and nodded her head, silent. I didn’t push. She kept following me and then the next moment she was gone. As I was returning, I spotted her where I had first seen her. And so did she. But this time she didn’t come running. She threw away the bricks, stood upright and smiled for the camera. (Met her in Baluwa, Kavre)