Dharan is Beautiful but KATHMANDU IS STILL THE BEST. (How can I not like the place where I was born, the place where I grew up, the place where I made so many friend, the place where I fell in love with the girl for the first time, the place where I had my heart broken for the first time? I had map of Kathmandu inside my head, I knew where they sold momo, I knew where they sold puri-tarkari, I knew where they sold chatamari, I knew where they sold best chyang in Kathmandu. I love Kathmandu, there is no other place like Kathmandu, I have my memories about Kathmandu and that itself is worth a trillion). But Dharan is really beautiful, when I went there for the first time when I was in my early teen, I was really mesmerised. I remember budha-subbha's temple, and the story we read about Budha subba when we were kids. I remember the hill, from which the main road drives you straight to the downtown. I remember bore-meat, and above all, farshi momo. I remember picturesque view of the hill and pink flowers when you look up from the downtown. I loved the houses there, I loved the trees, the roads.