I was waiting for microbus to Kirtipur at Ratnapark at quarter past ten. I saw an oddly attired girl carrying cellphone in one had and her hand bag on the other. With her was a street-boy (khaate). Two other kids belonging to his clique were following them.

The girl tried to kick one of the ill-clad street-princes. Probably because he teased her. Also, the boy with her said some words to them. They did not give up. She then turned around and chased the nuisances for some three meters. Till then I had figured out that the girl was mute.

But what was the use of the cell that she was showing off then?

The gate of the Ratna Park was closed; the boy climbed the bar next to the gate and gestured the girl to do the same. She denied by making odd sound. He climbed down and escorted her to a place where some of the columns of the bar were broken and people could painstakingly get into.

They were inside then. It was hard for the girl though to get into.

The boy was carrying a small plastic bag in one of his hands.

Inside the park, he tried to hold the girl in his arms. She yelled and hit him with her bag. He put that bag into his mouth and started inhaling and exhaling. Glue sniffing? Yes, street children in the Valley are into strange form of drug addiction—they sniff dendrite (or is it dendroit?) which is available in peanuts in local market.

The intent of the boy who lead the speechless girl into a lonely place was understandable. But I am not sure what she wanted from the lad. Did she wanted a dendrite trip?

I could not see what they did later because my bus had arrived and I rushed toward it to win the front seat.


In University, I tried my best to hide the ornaments—the golden ones. But everybody noticed the “change” I had and commented on in.

“Gilded ornaments bought from Chinese street vendors,” I insincerely said. To insinuate that it was not gold.

They apparently believed the fib because I was loaded with golden decorations. More than 35 grams of gold.

Earlier, Anju wanted to see my right hand. Jokingly she had asked if I got engaged.

When I returned home, I took out all that gold. Since I have to travel day to day by public vehicle it’ not safe to wear ornaments.


In a sweetmeat shop in front of Patan Durbarsquare, Surendra and I were eating doodhbari. In a corner of the shop, something was written that read : Sutkeri-Paan available here.

Sutkeri-paan? What the heck is that?

That thing was new for me. I had never heard of that variety of paan. Surendra told me that it’s nothing different from Meethaa-Paan except it a lot of choona (calcium carbonate). The name of it was so because “sutkeris” (women who have recently borne babies) eat this kind of paan.

“Why Paan? And why lot of ‘choona’ in it?” I asked him.

“May be as an extra supplement of calcium,” he said and told me a story.

The story was about a woman, his relative, whose teeth are deformed. Her teeth changed their shape because she did not eat paan when she was sutkeri.

But I was not sure and till am not whether the body can absorb calcium from choona.

Later I asked Aama about sukteri-paan. She also said that she also was give paans when I was borne.


After all they won the match. I was worried about them when Lara was out.