Sujata dijju sat languishly on a couch in her newly built madikartar bungalow. It was 8:30 in the morning. I was there with two other people I had never seen....they both were from nuwakot. She...holding a cigarette between her fingers was talking invariably also sipping coffee in between. One of those guys was looking at her cigarette in horror...as if it is a black mamba. Sujata is my aunt....although I call her dijju...I worked with her as a volunteer in many of her projects in sushma koirala memorial trust. I am not against women smoking...but in an orthodox society of and on top of that being a public figure...infact a political figure...when you have paparrazzi peeping through your key holes..you cannot afford to shed your inhibitions (generalized in this case). I had requested her several times about these issues but she never seems to listen. She somehow misinterprets herself as Paris Hilton.