Kanche and Sarita
Betrawati, November 2002

Going home means walking up the gentle slope of a dusty, rocky road.
Along the left side, there is a long fence made from welded strips of corner-iron.

If you stand by the fence, you can look down upon the corrugated roof of the long building below. In between some of the old tires—used to help hold the roof steady in high winds—there are piles of what look like husks of rice. I think this building may process rice in some manner, but I never really checked.

Beyond this building, you can see a couple of kidney-shaped rice fields and then the Falakhu river as it feeds into the Trishuli.

I came across these two friends on my walk—perhaps walking home like me, perhaps just passing their time and enjoying each other's company.

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