Those skulls and bones, not so long ago, were covered in flesh.
Mountains melt, forests are felled, rivers flow and ebb, and where are we? It is tempting to imagine that climate change is too big for small places like Kurule to adapt to. But people still live here.
In All of Us In Our Own Lives, Thapa hammers in the adage that the personal is political, especially in a country like Nepal where there is no circle around the individual.
Soon afterwards, though, a party activist came up and shook my hand. ‘Nice to meet you,’ he intoned in English.
Image: Barun Khanal
There was a time when people in the great plains believed in nyāya. Not anymore. Not after what had happened.