A city girl’s nostalgic note on her (almost) private sanctuary in Kathmandu.

Why did we stick with them? Why did we wait for the end to come? One of us felt we had no choice. Maybe we hoped things would change.

My unruly, curly hair had always been part of my identity. But when I shaved my head a few months ago, it wasn’t me who had an identity crisis--it was the people around me.