Thanks Birdseyeview.

You guys remember when Kathmandu was green all over? I remember going down Chabel ko oralo towards Maharajgunj, my legs splayed apart in my bicycle, feeling the breeze blow through my hair, my open shirt flying behind me, a big smile on my face. All those fields were green. Women fariyas wrapped around their thighs and knees in paddy fields bare feet with sacks on their back. Smelling the rains that had hit the rich brown freshly dug up Kathmandu soil. My bicycle flying over the bridge with the river going underneath.

This was a time before pollution, and before there were tall houses everywhere. Whichever direction I looked, blue mountains (we called them hills) on all sides. Untill I came to America I didn't even have a concept that you could look around and not see mountains.