Its funny how during times when your supposed to be studying you manage to write actively.....Anywayz.......herez another part to this story........ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (PART V) Clad in a light blue sari with no make up my grandmother looked so beautiful. Her white hair that was neatly tied behind in a bun and the simple way in which she presented herself painted a picture of elegance in my mind. I used to steal secret glances at her in awe as I saw so many reflections of my own traits within her. In the years to come it was from her I learnt so many things about my birthplace, my ancestors and myself. I remember my first trip to New Road in Kathmandu. I was out with my cousin on a shopping spree. I walked along the side walk after entering the faded coloured arches that marked the famous shopping strip in Kathmandu and tried to act casual. There were cars horning, motorcycles wizzing past and people just randomly crossing the roads. Having grown up in a very small town compared to Kathmandu, the number of people and activity that was going on around me was just amazing. My cousin took me into ‘bishalbazar’ as she proudly announced as being the first shopping centre in Nepal. Apparently there is this shop called ‘gossip’ that had the hottest clothes. Now, a shop with the hottest clothes, this was something that I had to see. So I followed her keenly into the shopping centre and before I knew it my hands were filled with bags. One of the good things of coming from Australia to Nepal is the shopping. When the rupee is compared to the Australian dollar everything is a bargain and for those shopping maniacs hands are soon filled with shopping bags. ‘Have you tried pani puri?’, my cousin asked after she decided she had enough shopping for the day. Well, I still was interested in popping into some more shops but I followed her wondering what this ‘pani puri’ was. She took me behind this alley way somewhere in the middle of New Road and led me into this makeshift restaurant. I looked with a questioning glance at my cousin as the shop keeper dipped the small ‘puris’ into this odd liquid. In one quick motion my cousin managed to put the whole puri inside her mouth. Not wanting to look too out of place I followed obediently. It was so tasty and I knew I would be hooked to this mouth-watering dish. I probably ate near to 15 pani-puris and was soon as good as her in eating the puris. However, that night I paid a hefty price for the delicious feast.