‘Bye’. ‘Bye’. It was 3:30 PM when Anil was returning after landing me some two miles down the Nagadada , 35 KM west of Pokhara. It was breathtaking surroundings . Four of us including two college girls we met there had spent hours there flirting. I began to ascend uphill. The Sun was moderate playing hide and seek with the clouds making my journey a doddle. ‘Three hours continuous walk’ would be everybody’s reply when I would ask them the time it’d take to reach Sirubari though none of them had been there themselves. I was given two alternatives beforehand, one a mild three hours walk partly across the jungle and the other a boring long rough ride from Syangja. I had chosen the first. So I continued through the bushes and trees alone across the village where houses were rare. Vegetation grew thicker and I finally found myself sneaking through the finely slate paved walkway, tiny Gurung tole. Mouth dried, tired, and sweating all over, I savored a cucumber a Gurun...