A day for the rich. Road from Maharajgunj to Thapathali filled with cars, taxis, and privately owned vehicles. I walk, while numerous others like me are waiting for a bus. It is a ?bandh? for the poor. I wish to send some candies to your kids in Nepal, says Marie. They need food, say I. A ski resort for limbless Iraq war veterans. A rat race to win ?who?s rich? contest in LA. And the thick, rough edges of skin bumped outside her heart?carved in her chest- a rebel did it, she said. ?I can kill my mother when I?m drugged. Yes, I?ve cut limbs, I?ve killed, I?ve raped? says a kid with AKA 47, Africa. It?s gonna be 70 degrees outside at my place?Simon walks out. ?You suck!? says Kristie excitedly. As if it really matters. The fakeness of it all. Work. And Christmas. For the Maoists? I forget emotions. How do you get excited when Christina says ?Oooooooooh!! I?m so excited!!!? I just look at her and smile. ?Yeah, your day!? And then Christina says again ? Why isn?t that a passage way to my life??. You need to come here, and I?m serious- Srijana calls. New York. May be people from there are looking for a vacation too? We could swap places? The Student Union filled with people; as if Christmas is here all the way. I just log in and buy a ticket to New York. It?s so easy. We?ll see, the thought goes. But for now I need to run outside in the cold, get some heat off my body! And with this I bid farewell to Sajha...thank you everyone!!