The beggar that I meet everyday in the Godwilia-to-Dashashwamedh section.
One white buffalo baby –probably an albino — and its friend, a white calf.
The tunnel through which I walk everyday.
The girl who has come to take some exams here from Darjeeling along with her father, a retired Gurkha.
A Nepali student –one Ghimire boy– who has very touchy story.
The horses that drive carts……….