I have vivid memories of my childhood in nepal. How can I forget the smell of kerosene oil as people lined up to buy kerosene. Harineen k o sukuti that my housegirl made every summer. Sunbathing and sleeping in the terrace the whole day during winter and chitchating with my granny, who always had fascinating stories to tell. giving a helping hand to mum and aunts as they made pole ko godbhela ko achar. I cherish all these memories as days go by. What a life we had, we were all happy, will those days come back?