Day 11 Roads approach Bagalthok from every angle, and I remarked to Achyut as we tramped down to the river that there won’t be any village left if the roads are to continue over fields and through chautaras, not even sparing bar-pipals. Who are these roads for, I wondered. They use them to take fertilizer … Continue reading Syangja days – III

Day 8 The morning walker K promised me hasn’t arrived, though it’s 8.00 AM this Friday. chi-bi-bi-bi! bi-bi-bi! Lampucchre aka Magpie is a very noisy bugger. Finally had a proper chat with Uncle – he is short, gaunt, worn, with teeth poking out of receding gums and a heavily creased, gentle face and gentler demeanour, wrapped … Continue reading Syangja Days – II

Day 0 Of a sudden I find myself transported to a cottage of my own, an hour from Pokhara, a dusty, longish bus from Kathmandu. Not taking the plane and consciously armed with the stump of a pencil I jagged my impressions of the highway towns, popping out of the frozen misty valley to a … Continue reading Syangja days – I