It was 2005 BS. After seven days of walking my grandfather finally said, “We are now in Kathmandu.” He was in his late sixties, but he didn’t look his age.

Ramesh is a melancholic man and it had been a long, long time since he was seen smiling. Though the sun had ripped his soul to pieces, these papers were apparently keeping his hopes of a happy life alive.

I worked from 10 to 5 every day for the family, for a better life. Built a family, educated my children and sent them away to study abroad. And here I am today, away from the only person who cared for me