Gopal Bishwokarma was sheltered under the makeshift rickshaw hood, savoring a steaming cup of tea during a downpour at Bastantapur.
After the rain had subsided, I approached him for a quick chat. His face lit up with joy when I asked him about his life back home in Kailali. He started by explaining that he missed the corn-dhido and nettle soups that he once hated. With an elongated smile, he reminisced about the days when he took his cattle to pasture with his friends. He explained that no one his age in the village had ever been to school because of road inaccessibility.
But now, after the development in his village, including transportation, he is happy to see the progress. “Our life is a balance of happiness and sadness. I live in the hope of sustaining my life even though we do not know what the future holds," explained the 60-year-old.