Nightbus ko samjhana:

Oh yes, MD bro, riding nightbuses was my favorite too.  Once I rode my cycle all the way up to Naagdhunga (Thankot) just to spend few hours looking down at the serpentine roads with ant-like vehicles riding upon it.

I loved the hustle-bustle at the bus park.  My favorites were Dantakali Super Express (to Dharan) or Simrik (to Kaakkarvitta).  Once all the passengers are aboard, I used to feel like they are all part of my family, at least for that night, especially during right before Dashain when everybody seemed to be in jovial mood.  Even if I am not asleep in my seat, I used to love listening to people around.  Their talks were entertainment enough. 

But, more often than not, I used to get motion sickness.  So when the bus stopped at Mugling for dinner, usually at around 8:30pm, the cool breeze there used to be so refreshing that I would immediately become ravenous.  Of course, the Mugling dinner is famous for being delicious, but I wonder if it was only in our heads. 

The next stop would be Hetauda where we would wake up to "poleko makai" vendors.    Of course, the perennial fear of Pathlaiyaa ko jungle.  And then at dawn, I always used to count the barrage doors at Koshi bridge.  The rising golden sun was always a sight to behold. 

Itahari ma yeso chiyaa khayera, 7:30 am ma ta Dharan ko Bhanu Chowk.  Rikshaw-walla haruly bag taanataan garera hairan.  We would be so happy.