...After Three Months in Dhanusha
It is around 4 in the afternoon but the sun is as strong as a mid day sun. I have just come out of the bus which had stopped in front of Himanshu dai's and Saroja 's placement school. I'm sweating. I'm trying to handle the heat. I'm telling myself this is what I signed up for. But deep within I'm regretting my choice. (Day one of the fellowship) A few days later, in the evening I'm standing on the rooftop of Himandhu dai and Saroja's home for the next two years. I look around but can't recognize this strange place. I don't see Nepal here. It feels like a village from a Hindi movie.What I see is a place straight out of a Raj Kumar Rao film. I ask, "why is this place so different from Nepal?". I tell myself this is Nepal as well. But the "Nepali" in me feels something else. Everyday when I go to school and come back, I see women in faded saris which was once too brightly...