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the gravity-defiant bus croaks its way round mountainous bends
on its roof, boisterous boys soak in the rain's chills with an unified Hindi song
it spurs the toddlers to sprint like penguins to the hissing bus
their school ties are caressed by the wind, a wistful paint of words they will learn later
questions come knocking on a foreigner's mind,
to be squashed by silent chuckles
as he dances in the adrenaline of seeing yet not knowing
this territory is moderated
In the silence of the humblest neighborhoods of Nepal, the sound of the joy and sadness of its people always escapes, well that's what I felt the time I visited.
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