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This is a sad post. Totally understandable if someone wants to unsee it. ~HUMAN AMBULANCE~

This is my ongoing project from villages of Bajura, Far West Nepal, which I have been working since two years. This time I witnessed so many tragic and harsh stories of pregnant women, new mothers, infants and many more.

Helpless mother and her family when babies were dying inside mother’s womb. Padlocked empty health posts. Frustrated and powerless doctors and health workers, hero journalists, shameless authorities, poverty, misbelief, many more, and of course the resilience of these helpless women and their men. While descending down the hill of Volena village one elderly man came to me and joined his hand with watery eyes and said “Please show those photos and videos of the hardship of our village to our blind government and please help us to save our daughters and mothers our women are dying” I could not say anything but promise him that I will try my best to tell the story. My heart is still swollen. Those words still rings in my ears.

And yet again I would like to say BAJURA how harsh life you have nevertheless how much endurance, toughness, and kindness you have.
#bajuradairy

This is a sad post. Totally understandable if someone wants to unsee it. ~HUMAN AMBULANCE~

This is my ongoing project from villages of Bajura, Far West Nepal, which I have been working since two years. This time I witnessed so many tragic and harsh stories of pregnant women, new mothers, infants and many more.

Helpless mother and her family when babies were dying inside mother’s womb. Padlocked empty health posts. Frustrated and powerless doctors and health workers, hero journalists, shameless authorities, poverty, misbelief, many more, and of course the resilience of these helpless women and their men. While descending down the hill of Volena village one elderly man came to me and joined his hand with watery eyes and said “Please show those photos and videos of the hardship of our village to our blind government and please help us to save our daughters and mothers our women are dying” I could not say anything but promise him that I will try my best to tell the story. My heart is still swollen. Those words still rings in my ears.

And yet again I would like to say BAJURA how harsh life you have nevertheless how much endurance, toughness, and kindness you have.
#bajuradairy

This is a sad post. Totally understandable if someone wants to unsee it. ~HUMAN AMBULANCE~

This is my ongoing project from villages of Bajura, Far West Nepal, which I have been working since two years. This time I witnessed so many tragic and harsh stories of pregnant women, new mothers, infants and many more.

Helpless mother and her family when babies were dying inside mother’s womb. Padlocked empty health posts. Frustrated and powerless doctors and health workers, hero journalists, shameless authorities, poverty, misbelief, many more, and of course the resilience of these helpless women and their men. While descending down the hill of Volena village one elderly man came to me and joined his hand with watery eyes and said “Please show those photos and videos of the hardship of our village to our blind government and please help us to save our daughters and mothers our women are dying” I could not say anything but promise him that I will try my best to tell the story. My heart is still swollen. Those words still rings in my ears.

And yet again I would like to say BAJURA how harsh life you have nevertheless how much endurance, toughness, and kindness you have.
#bajuradairy

This is a sad post. Totally understandable if someone wants to unsee it. ~HUMAN AMBULANCE~

This is my ongoing project from villages of Bajura, Far West Nepal, which I have been working since two years. This time I witnessed so many tragic and harsh stories of pregnant women, new mothers, infants and many more.

Helpless mother and her family when babies were dying inside mother’s womb. Padlocked empty health posts. Frustrated and powerless doctors and health workers, hero journalists, shameless authorities, poverty, misbelief, many more, and of course the resilience of these helpless women and their men. While descending down the hill of Volena village one elderly man came to me and joined his hand with watery eyes and said “Please show those photos and videos of the hardship of our village to our blind government and please help us to save our daughters and mothers our women are dying” I could not say anything but promise him that I will try my best to tell the story. My heart is still swollen. Those words still rings in my ears.

And yet again I would like to say BAJURA how harsh life you have nevertheless how much endurance, toughness, and kindness you have.
#bajuradairy

This is a sad post. Totally understandable if someone wants to unsee it. ~HUMAN AMBULANCE~

This is my ongoing project from villages of Bajura, Far West Nepal, which I have been working since two years. This time I witnessed so many tragic and harsh stories of pregnant women, new mothers, infants and many more.

Helpless mother and her family when babies were dying inside mother’s womb. Padlocked empty health posts. Frustrated and powerless doctors and health workers, hero journalists, shameless authorities, poverty, misbelief, many more, and of course the resilience of these helpless women and their men. While descending down the hill of Volena village one elderly man came to me and joined his hand with watery eyes and said “Please show those photos and videos of the hardship of our village to our blind government and please help us to save our daughters and mothers our women are dying” I could not say anything but promise him that I will try my best to tell the story. My heart is still swollen. Those words still rings in my ears.

And yet again I would like to say BAJURA how harsh life you have nevertheless how much endurance, toughness, and kindness you have.
#bajuradairy

Sometimes, I really wish I could step into my mom's mind, just for a moment. I want to know how she sees the world - what colors, shapes, and faces mean to her. I want to understand how her memories slip away, like words that vanish before she can say them. It's tough to watch her get frustrated hits her nerves when she can't express herself.

I wonder how it feels for her not to notice differences or enjoy things like humor, or even feel basic things like hunger and togetherness. Forgetting your own first child’s name. It must be lonely to have a body but lose all those memories. Seeing her change and losing her bit by bit is heartbreaking. Lately, I've been finding it hard to be around her.

Few days back, she went out looking for my dad without telling anyone. It's happened before, and it might happen again. Dementia is a really harsh brutal disease, and it's even harder to watch someone go through it.

I'm not sharing this for sympathy, but because it helps me let out some of the pain I feel. And I want people to know about this disease. Every year, on September 21st, the world observes World Alzheimer's and other dementia Day. It's a day to tell everyone about Alzheimer's and challenge the wrong ideas people might have about it. Alzheimer's is a disease that takes away memories and messes with how our minds work, and it's important to understand and support those who have it. #alzheimersday #dementiaawareness #dementiacare

Sometimes, I really wish I could step into my mom's mind, just for a moment. I want to know how she sees the world - what colors, shapes, and faces mean to her. I want to understand how her memories slip away, like words that vanish before she can say them. It's tough to watch her get frustrated hits her nerves when she can't express herself.

I wonder how it feels for her not to notice differences or enjoy things like humor, or even feel basic things like hunger and togetherness. Forgetting your own first child’s name. It must be lonely to have a body but lose all those memories. Seeing her change and losing her bit by bit is heartbreaking. Lately, I've been finding it hard to be around her.

Few days back, she went out looking for my dad without telling anyone. It's happened before, and it might happen again. Dementia is a really harsh brutal disease, and it's even harder to watch someone go through it.

I'm not sharing this for sympathy, but because it helps me let out some of the pain I feel. And I want people to know about this disease. Every year, on September 21st, the world observes World Alzheimer's and other dementia Day. It's a day to tell everyone about Alzheimer's and challenge the wrong ideas people might have about it. Alzheimer's is a disease that takes away memories and messes with how our minds work, and it's important to understand and support those who have it. #alzheimersday #dementiaawareness #dementiacare

Sometimes, I really wish I could step into my mom's mind, just for a moment. I want to know how she sees the world - what colors, shapes, and faces mean to her. I want to understand how her memories slip away, like words that vanish before she can say them. It's tough to watch her get frustrated hits her nerves when she can't express herself.

I wonder how it feels for her not to notice differences or enjoy things like humor, or even feel basic things like hunger and togetherness. Forgetting your own first child’s name. It must be lonely to have a body but lose all those memories. Seeing her change and losing her bit by bit is heartbreaking. Lately, I've been finding it hard to be around her.

Few days back, she went out looking for my dad without telling anyone. It's happened before, and it might happen again. Dementia is a really harsh brutal disease, and it's even harder to watch someone go through it.

I'm not sharing this for sympathy, but because it helps me let out some of the pain I feel. And I want people to know about this disease. Every year, on September 21st, the world observes World Alzheimer's and other dementia Day. It's a day to tell everyone about Alzheimer's and challenge the wrong ideas people might have about it. Alzheimer's is a disease that takes away memories and messes with how our minds work, and it's important to understand and support those who have it. #alzheimersday #dementiaawareness #dementiacare

Sometimes, I really wish I could step into my mom's mind, just for a moment. I want to know how she sees the world - what colors, shapes, and faces mean to her. I want to understand how her memories slip away, like words that vanish before she can say them. It's tough to watch her get frustrated hits her nerves when she can't express herself.

I wonder how it feels for her not to notice differences or enjoy things like humor, or even feel basic things like hunger and togetherness. Forgetting your own first child’s name. It must be lonely to have a body but lose all those memories. Seeing her change and losing her bit by bit is heartbreaking. Lately, I've been finding it hard to be around her.

Few days back, she went out looking for my dad without telling anyone. It's happened before, and it might happen again. Dementia is a really harsh brutal disease, and it's even harder to watch someone go through it.

I'm not sharing this for sympathy, but because it helps me let out some of the pain I feel. And I want people to know about this disease. Every year, on September 21st, the world observes World Alzheimer's and other dementia Day. It's a day to tell everyone about Alzheimer's and challenge the wrong ideas people might have about it. Alzheimer's is a disease that takes away memories and messes with how our minds work, and it's important to understand and support those who have it. #alzheimersday #dementiaawareness #dementiacare

Sometimes, I really wish I could step into my mom's mind, just for a moment. I want to know how she sees the world - what colors, shapes, and faces mean to her. I want to understand how her memories slip away, like words that vanish before she can say them. It's tough to watch her get frustrated hits her nerves when she can't express herself.

I wonder how it feels for her not to notice differences or enjoy things like humor, or even feel basic things like hunger and togetherness. Forgetting your own first child’s name. It must be lonely to have a body but lose all those memories. Seeing her change and losing her bit by bit is heartbreaking. Lately, I've been finding it hard to be around her.

Few days back, she went out looking for my dad without telling anyone. It's happened before, and it might happen again. Dementia is a really harsh brutal disease, and it's even harder to watch someone go through it.

I'm not sharing this for sympathy, but because it helps me let out some of the pain I feel. And I want people to know about this disease. Every year, on September 21st, the world observes World Alzheimer's and other dementia Day. It's a day to tell everyone about Alzheimer's and challenge the wrong ideas people might have about it. Alzheimer's is a disease that takes away memories and messes with how our minds work, and it's important to understand and support those who have it. #alzheimersday #dementiaawareness #dementiacare

Sometimes, I really wish I could step into my mom's mind, just for a moment. I want to know how she sees the world - what colors, shapes, and faces mean to her. I want to understand how her memories slip away, like words that vanish before she can say them. It's tough to watch her get frustrated hits her nerves when she can't express herself.

I wonder how it feels for her not to notice differences or enjoy things like humor, or even feel basic things like hunger and togetherness. Forgetting your own first child’s name. It must be lonely to have a body but lose all those memories. Seeing her change and losing her bit by bit is heartbreaking. Lately, I've been finding it hard to be around her.

Few days back, she went out looking for my dad without telling anyone. It's happened before, and it might happen again. Dementia is a really harsh brutal disease, and it's even harder to watch someone go through it.

I'm not sharing this for sympathy, but because it helps me let out some of the pain I feel. And I want people to know about this disease. Every year, on September 21st, the world observes World Alzheimer's and other dementia Day. It's a day to tell everyone about Alzheimer's and challenge the wrong ideas people might have about it. Alzheimer's is a disease that takes away memories and messes with how our minds work, and it's important to understand and support those who have it. #alzheimersday #dementiaawareness #dementiacare

Sometimes, I really wish I could step into my mom's mind, just for a moment. I want to know how she sees the world - what colors, shapes, and faces mean to her. I want to understand how her memories slip away, like words that vanish before she can say them. It's tough to watch her get frustrated hits her nerves when she can't express herself.

I wonder how it feels for her not to notice differences or enjoy things like humor, or even feel basic things like hunger and togetherness. Forgetting your own first child’s name. It must be lonely to have a body but lose all those memories. Seeing her change and losing her bit by bit is heartbreaking. Lately, I've been finding it hard to be around her.

Few days back, she went out looking for my dad without telling anyone. It's happened before, and it might happen again. Dementia is a really harsh brutal disease, and it's even harder to watch someone go through it.

I'm not sharing this for sympathy, but because it helps me let out some of the pain I feel. And I want people to know about this disease. Every year, on September 21st, the world observes World Alzheimer's and other dementia Day. It's a day to tell everyone about Alzheimer's and challenge the wrong ideas people might have about it. Alzheimer's is a disease that takes away memories and messes with how our minds work, and it's important to understand and support those who have it. #alzheimersday #dementiaawareness #dementiacare

Sometimes, I really wish I could step into my mom's mind, just for a moment. I want to know how she sees the world - what colors, shapes, and faces mean to her. I want to understand how her memories slip away, like words that vanish before she can say them. It's tough to watch her get frustrated hits her nerves when she can't express herself.

I wonder how it feels for her not to notice differences or enjoy things like humor, or even feel basic things like hunger and togetherness. Forgetting your own first child’s name. It must be lonely to have a body but lose all those memories. Seeing her change and losing her bit by bit is heartbreaking. Lately, I've been finding it hard to be around her.

Few days back, she went out looking for my dad without telling anyone. It's happened before, and it might happen again. Dementia is a really harsh brutal disease, and it's even harder to watch someone go through it.

I'm not sharing this for sympathy, but because it helps me let out some of the pain I feel. And I want people to know about this disease. Every year, on September 21st, the world observes World Alzheimer's and other dementia Day. It's a day to tell everyone about Alzheimer's and challenge the wrong ideas people might have about it. Alzheimer's is a disease that takes away memories and messes with how our minds work, and it's important to understand and support those who have it. #alzheimersday #dementiaawareness #dementiacare

Ten years ago, when Khendo Tamang and Nirmala Pariyar first met at Bir Hospital’s Trauma Center, neither of them could have imagined they would spend the next decade side by side. Covering the earthquake in 2015 was incredibly difficult for me. I witnessed various human emotions I can never forget pain, sorrow, mourning, helplessness and bit of happiness too when a survivors were rescued after days from the ruble. The weight of those moments stayed with me long after the camera was put down. I tried to channel those feelings into the photographs that I took. Amongst that irresistible grief, it was Nirmala a little girl smiling through her pain who gave me the first sparkle of hope I’d seen in months.Both had lost a leg during the devastating April 2015 earthquake.
Watching them grow over the years brought me enormous pride and happiness. Their prosthetics changed as they grew taller, but their optimism and determination never shaken. Each time I saw them, their bond seemed even stronger. Over the years, houses, temples, and monasteries destroyed in the earthquake remained under construction some completed and some even untouched.For ten years, they lived together in a hostel, learning, laughing, and supporting each other like sisters. Now, they’ve returned to their families, living apart for the first time in a decade. But their friendship continues a symbol of resilience, love, and healing. But the friendship that began in 2015 stood tall, fully constructed, and unshakable.What began in a hospital ward filled with pain and uncertainty became a lifelong lesson in the power of human connection. Nirmala and Khendo taught everyone around them including me what true friendship means to lift each other up when everything else falls apart. #10yearsof2015earthquake #nirmalakhendo

Ten years ago, when Khendo Tamang and Nirmala Pariyar first met at Bir Hospital’s Trauma Center, neither of them could have imagined they would spend the next decade side by side. Covering the earthquake in 2015 was incredibly difficult for me. I witnessed various human emotions I can never forget pain, sorrow, mourning, helplessness and bit of happiness too when a survivors were rescued after days from the ruble. The weight of those moments stayed with me long after the camera was put down. I tried to channel those feelings into the photographs that I took. Amongst that irresistible grief, it was Nirmala a little girl smiling through her pain who gave me the first sparkle of hope I’d seen in months.Both had lost a leg during the devastating April 2015 earthquake.
Watching them grow over the years brought me enormous pride and happiness. Their prosthetics changed as they grew taller, but their optimism and determination never shaken. Each time I saw them, their bond seemed even stronger. Over the years, houses, temples, and monasteries destroyed in the earthquake remained under construction some completed and some even untouched.For ten years, they lived together in a hostel, learning, laughing, and supporting each other like sisters. Now, they’ve returned to their families, living apart for the first time in a decade. But their friendship continues a symbol of resilience, love, and healing. But the friendship that began in 2015 stood tall, fully constructed, and unshakable.What began in a hospital ward filled with pain and uncertainty became a lifelong lesson in the power of human connection. Nirmala and Khendo taught everyone around them including me what true friendship means to lift each other up when everything else falls apart. #10yearsof2015earthquake #nirmalakhendo

Ten years ago, when Khendo Tamang and Nirmala Pariyar first met at Bir Hospital’s Trauma Center, neither of them could have imagined they would spend the next decade side by side. Covering the earthquake in 2015 was incredibly difficult for me. I witnessed various human emotions I can never forget pain, sorrow, mourning, helplessness and bit of happiness too when a survivors were rescued after days from the ruble. The weight of those moments stayed with me long after the camera was put down. I tried to channel those feelings into the photographs that I took. Amongst that irresistible grief, it was Nirmala a little girl smiling through her pain who gave me the first sparkle of hope I’d seen in months.Both had lost a leg during the devastating April 2015 earthquake.
Watching them grow over the years brought me enormous pride and happiness. Their prosthetics changed as they grew taller, but their optimism and determination never shaken. Each time I saw them, their bond seemed even stronger. Over the years, houses, temples, and monasteries destroyed in the earthquake remained under construction some completed and some even untouched.For ten years, they lived together in a hostel, learning, laughing, and supporting each other like sisters. Now, they’ve returned to their families, living apart for the first time in a decade. But their friendship continues a symbol of resilience, love, and healing. But the friendship that began in 2015 stood tall, fully constructed, and unshakable.What began in a hospital ward filled with pain and uncertainty became a lifelong lesson in the power of human connection. Nirmala and Khendo taught everyone around them including me what true friendship means to lift each other up when everything else falls apart. #10yearsof2015earthquake #nirmalakhendo

Ten years ago, when Khendo Tamang and Nirmala Pariyar first met at Bir Hospital’s Trauma Center, neither of them could have imagined they would spend the next decade side by side. Covering the earthquake in 2015 was incredibly difficult for me. I witnessed various human emotions I can never forget pain, sorrow, mourning, helplessness and bit of happiness too when a survivors were rescued after days from the ruble. The weight of those moments stayed with me long after the camera was put down. I tried to channel those feelings into the photographs that I took. Amongst that irresistible grief, it was Nirmala a little girl smiling through her pain who gave me the first sparkle of hope I’d seen in months.Both had lost a leg during the devastating April 2015 earthquake.
Watching them grow over the years brought me enormous pride and happiness. Their prosthetics changed as they grew taller, but their optimism and determination never shaken. Each time I saw them, their bond seemed even stronger. Over the years, houses, temples, and monasteries destroyed in the earthquake remained under construction some completed and some even untouched.For ten years, they lived together in a hostel, learning, laughing, and supporting each other like sisters. Now, they’ve returned to their families, living apart for the first time in a decade. But their friendship continues a symbol of resilience, love, and healing. But the friendship that began in 2015 stood tall, fully constructed, and unshakable.What began in a hospital ward filled with pain and uncertainty became a lifelong lesson in the power of human connection. Nirmala and Khendo taught everyone around them including me what true friendship means to lift each other up when everything else falls apart. #10yearsof2015earthquake #nirmalakhendo

Ten years ago, when Khendo Tamang and Nirmala Pariyar first met at Bir Hospital’s Trauma Center, neither of them could have imagined they would spend the next decade side by side. Covering the earthquake in 2015 was incredibly difficult for me. I witnessed various human emotions I can never forget pain, sorrow, mourning, helplessness and bit of happiness too when a survivors were rescued after days from the ruble. The weight of those moments stayed with me long after the camera was put down. I tried to channel those feelings into the photographs that I took. Amongst that irresistible grief, it was Nirmala a little girl smiling through her pain who gave me the first sparkle of hope I’d seen in months.Both had lost a leg during the devastating April 2015 earthquake.
Watching them grow over the years brought me enormous pride and happiness. Their prosthetics changed as they grew taller, but their optimism and determination never shaken. Each time I saw them, their bond seemed even stronger. Over the years, houses, temples, and monasteries destroyed in the earthquake remained under construction some completed and some even untouched.For ten years, they lived together in a hostel, learning, laughing, and supporting each other like sisters. Now, they’ve returned to their families, living apart for the first time in a decade. But their friendship continues a symbol of resilience, love, and healing. But the friendship that began in 2015 stood tall, fully constructed, and unshakable.What began in a hospital ward filled with pain and uncertainty became a lifelong lesson in the power of human connection. Nirmala and Khendo taught everyone around them including me what true friendship means to lift each other up when everything else falls apart. #10yearsof2015earthquake #nirmalakhendo

Ten years ago, when Khendo Tamang and Nirmala Pariyar first met at Bir Hospital’s Trauma Center, neither of them could have imagined they would spend the next decade side by side. Covering the earthquake in 2015 was incredibly difficult for me. I witnessed various human emotions I can never forget pain, sorrow, mourning, helplessness and bit of happiness too when a survivors were rescued after days from the ruble. The weight of those moments stayed with me long after the camera was put down. I tried to channel those feelings into the photographs that I took. Amongst that irresistible grief, it was Nirmala a little girl smiling through her pain who gave me the first sparkle of hope I’d seen in months.Both had lost a leg during the devastating April 2015 earthquake.
Watching them grow over the years brought me enormous pride and happiness. Their prosthetics changed as they grew taller, but their optimism and determination never shaken. Each time I saw them, their bond seemed even stronger. Over the years, houses, temples, and monasteries destroyed in the earthquake remained under construction some completed and some even untouched.For ten years, they lived together in a hostel, learning, laughing, and supporting each other like sisters. Now, they’ve returned to their families, living apart for the first time in a decade. But their friendship continues a symbol of resilience, love, and healing. But the friendship that began in 2015 stood tall, fully constructed, and unshakable.What began in a hospital ward filled with pain and uncertainty became a lifelong lesson in the power of human connection. Nirmala and Khendo taught everyone around them including me what true friendship means to lift each other up when everything else falls apart. #10yearsof2015earthquake #nirmalakhendo

Ten years ago, when Khendo Tamang and Nirmala Pariyar first met at Bir Hospital’s Trauma Center, neither of them could have imagined they would spend the next decade side by side. Covering the earthquake in 2015 was incredibly difficult for me. I witnessed various human emotions I can never forget pain, sorrow, mourning, helplessness and bit of happiness too when a survivors were rescued after days from the ruble. The weight of those moments stayed with me long after the camera was put down. I tried to channel those feelings into the photographs that I took. Amongst that irresistible grief, it was Nirmala a little girl smiling through her pain who gave me the first sparkle of hope I’d seen in months.Both had lost a leg during the devastating April 2015 earthquake.
Watching them grow over the years brought me enormous pride and happiness. Their prosthetics changed as they grew taller, but their optimism and determination never shaken. Each time I saw them, their bond seemed even stronger. Over the years, houses, temples, and monasteries destroyed in the earthquake remained under construction some completed and some even untouched.For ten years, they lived together in a hostel, learning, laughing, and supporting each other like sisters. Now, they’ve returned to their families, living apart for the first time in a decade. But their friendship continues a symbol of resilience, love, and healing. But the friendship that began in 2015 stood tall, fully constructed, and unshakable.What began in a hospital ward filled with pain and uncertainty became a lifelong lesson in the power of human connection. Nirmala and Khendo taught everyone around them including me what true friendship means to lift each other up when everything else falls apart. #10yearsof2015earthquake #nirmalakhendo

Ten years ago, when Khendo Tamang and Nirmala Pariyar first met at Bir Hospital’s Trauma Center, neither of them could have imagined they would spend the next decade side by side. Covering the earthquake in 2015 was incredibly difficult for me. I witnessed various human emotions I can never forget pain, sorrow, mourning, helplessness and bit of happiness too when a survivors were rescued after days from the ruble. The weight of those moments stayed with me long after the camera was put down. I tried to channel those feelings into the photographs that I took. Amongst that irresistible grief, it was Nirmala a little girl smiling through her pain who gave me the first sparkle of hope I’d seen in months.Both had lost a leg during the devastating April 2015 earthquake.
Watching them grow over the years brought me enormous pride and happiness. Their prosthetics changed as they grew taller, but their optimism and determination never shaken. Each time I saw them, their bond seemed even stronger. Over the years, houses, temples, and monasteries destroyed in the earthquake remained under construction some completed and some even untouched.For ten years, they lived together in a hostel, learning, laughing, and supporting each other like sisters. Now, they’ve returned to their families, living apart for the first time in a decade. But their friendship continues a symbol of resilience, love, and healing. But the friendship that began in 2015 stood tall, fully constructed, and unshakable.What began in a hospital ward filled with pain and uncertainty became a lifelong lesson in the power of human connection. Nirmala and Khendo taught everyone around them including me what true friendship means to lift each other up when everything else falls apart. #10yearsof2015earthquake #nirmalakhendo

Ten years ago, when Khendo Tamang and Nirmala Pariyar first met at Bir Hospital’s Trauma Center, neither of them could have imagined they would spend the next decade side by side. Covering the earthquake in 2015 was incredibly difficult for me. I witnessed various human emotions I can never forget pain, sorrow, mourning, helplessness and bit of happiness too when a survivors were rescued after days from the ruble. The weight of those moments stayed with me long after the camera was put down. I tried to channel those feelings into the photographs that I took. Amongst that irresistible grief, it was Nirmala a little girl smiling through her pain who gave me the first sparkle of hope I’d seen in months.Both had lost a leg during the devastating April 2015 earthquake.
Watching them grow over the years brought me enormous pride and happiness. Their prosthetics changed as they grew taller, but their optimism and determination never shaken. Each time I saw them, their bond seemed even stronger. Over the years, houses, temples, and monasteries destroyed in the earthquake remained under construction some completed and some even untouched.For ten years, they lived together in a hostel, learning, laughing, and supporting each other like sisters. Now, they’ve returned to their families, living apart for the first time in a decade. But their friendship continues a symbol of resilience, love, and healing. But the friendship that began in 2015 stood tall, fully constructed, and unshakable.What began in a hospital ward filled with pain and uncertainty became a lifelong lesson in the power of human connection. Nirmala and Khendo taught everyone around them including me what true friendship means to lift each other up when everything else falls apart. #10yearsof2015earthquake #nirmalakhendo

Ten years ago, when Khendo Tamang and Nirmala Pariyar first met at Bir Hospital’s Trauma Center, neither of them could have imagined they would spend the next decade side by side. Covering the earthquake in 2015 was incredibly difficult for me. I witnessed various human emotions I can never forget pain, sorrow, mourning, helplessness and bit of happiness too when a survivors were rescued after days from the ruble. The weight of those moments stayed with me long after the camera was put down. I tried to channel those feelings into the photographs that I took. Amongst that irresistible grief, it was Nirmala a little girl smiling through her pain who gave me the first sparkle of hope I’d seen in months.Both had lost a leg during the devastating April 2015 earthquake.
Watching them grow over the years brought me enormous pride and happiness. Their prosthetics changed as they grew taller, but their optimism and determination never shaken. Each time I saw them, their bond seemed even stronger. Over the years, houses, temples, and monasteries destroyed in the earthquake remained under construction some completed and some even untouched.For ten years, they lived together in a hostel, learning, laughing, and supporting each other like sisters. Now, they’ve returned to their families, living apart for the first time in a decade. But their friendship continues a symbol of resilience, love, and healing. But the friendship that began in 2015 stood tall, fully constructed, and unshakable.What began in a hospital ward filled with pain and uncertainty became a lifelong lesson in the power of human connection. Nirmala and Khendo taught everyone around them including me what true friendship means to lift each other up when everything else falls apart. #10yearsof2015earthquake #nirmalakhendo

Ten years ago, when Khendo Tamang and Nirmala Pariyar first met at Bir Hospital’s Trauma Center, neither of them could have imagined they would spend the next decade side by side. Covering the earthquake in 2015 was incredibly difficult for me. I witnessed various human emotions I can never forget pain, sorrow, mourning, helplessness and bit of happiness too when a survivors were rescued after days from the ruble. The weight of those moments stayed with me long after the camera was put down. I tried to channel those feelings into the photographs that I took. Amongst that irresistible grief, it was Nirmala a little girl smiling through her pain who gave me the first sparkle of hope I’d seen in months.Both had lost a leg during the devastating April 2015 earthquake.
Watching them grow over the years brought me enormous pride and happiness. Their prosthetics changed as they grew taller, but their optimism and determination never shaken. Each time I saw them, their bond seemed even stronger. Over the years, houses, temples, and monasteries destroyed in the earthquake remained under construction some completed and some even untouched.For ten years, they lived together in a hostel, learning, laughing, and supporting each other like sisters. Now, they’ve returned to their families, living apart for the first time in a decade. But their friendship continues a symbol of resilience, love, and healing. But the friendship that began in 2015 stood tall, fully constructed, and unshakable.What began in a hospital ward filled with pain and uncertainty became a lifelong lesson in the power of human connection. Nirmala and Khendo taught everyone around them including me what true friendship means to lift each other up when everything else falls apart. #10yearsof2015earthquake #nirmalakhendo

Ten years ago, when Khendo Tamang and Nirmala Pariyar first met at Bir Hospital’s Trauma Center, neither of them could have imagined they would spend the next decade side by side. Covering the earthquake in 2015 was incredibly difficult for me. I witnessed various human emotions I can never forget pain, sorrow, mourning, helplessness and bit of happiness too when a survivors were rescued after days from the ruble. The weight of those moments stayed with me long after the camera was put down. I tried to channel those feelings into the photographs that I took. Amongst that irresistible grief, it was Nirmala a little girl smiling through her pain who gave me the first sparkle of hope I’d seen in months.Both had lost a leg during the devastating April 2015 earthquake.
Watching them grow over the years brought me enormous pride and happiness. Their prosthetics changed as they grew taller, but their optimism and determination never shaken. Each time I saw them, their bond seemed even stronger. Over the years, houses, temples, and monasteries destroyed in the earthquake remained under construction some completed and some even untouched.For ten years, they lived together in a hostel, learning, laughing, and supporting each other like sisters. Now, they’ve returned to their families, living apart for the first time in a decade. But their friendship continues a symbol of resilience, love, and healing. But the friendship that began in 2015 stood tall, fully constructed, and unshakable.What began in a hospital ward filled with pain and uncertainty became a lifelong lesson in the power of human connection. Nirmala and Khendo taught everyone around them including me what true friendship means to lift each other up when everything else falls apart. #10yearsof2015earthquake #nirmalakhendo

The ones whose efforts keep Kathmandu running, breathing, and surviving every single day, they are another soul of this city. Their struggles carry value, their heartbeats shape its rhythm, and their lives are as important as its neat roads and buildings. In the end, perhaps we are all made for each other in some way, connected by the same streets, the same smell of the air, and the same shared existence. Maybe, after all, we are all one.

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A short trip to Ama Yangri, just to let go of the weight of being me. A stream burst through the rocky hills, alive and restless, Clouds spread like a quiet sea below. Someone stood at the edge of morning,
watching the sun rise from behind the mountains
for the very first time
a tear falling softly, as if the light had touched something too deep for words. Boozy youths laughed into the cold,
chasing melting snow for a moment that wouldn’t last. while TikTok poses froze moments meant to flow to their valued followers.
Bright minds stood nearby, yet left behind bits of plastic on the peak.And discovering Milarepa’s story of suffering, strength, realization, forgiveness and way out.I prayed. I laughed. I cried a little.
I tried to find myself in it all, but couldn’t.
And somewhere in that silence, I understood
it’s okay to not feel okay sometimes.

A short trip to Ama Yangri, just to let go of the weight of being me. A stream burst through the rocky hills, alive and restless, Clouds spread like a quiet sea below. Someone stood at the edge of morning,
watching the sun rise from behind the mountains
for the very first time
a tear falling softly, as if the light had touched something too deep for words. Boozy youths laughed into the cold,
chasing melting snow for a moment that wouldn’t last. while TikTok poses froze moments meant to flow to their valued followers.
Bright minds stood nearby, yet left behind bits of plastic on the peak.And discovering Milarepa’s story of suffering, strength, realization, forgiveness and way out.I prayed. I laughed. I cried a little.
I tried to find myself in it all, but couldn’t.
And somewhere in that silence, I understood
it’s okay to not feel okay sometimes.

A short trip to Ama Yangri, just to let go of the weight of being me. A stream burst through the rocky hills, alive and restless, Clouds spread like a quiet sea below. Someone stood at the edge of morning,
watching the sun rise from behind the mountains
for the very first time
a tear falling softly, as if the light had touched something too deep for words. Boozy youths laughed into the cold,
chasing melting snow for a moment that wouldn’t last. while TikTok poses froze moments meant to flow to their valued followers.
Bright minds stood nearby, yet left behind bits of plastic on the peak.And discovering Milarepa’s story of suffering, strength, realization, forgiveness and way out.I prayed. I laughed. I cried a little.
I tried to find myself in it all, but couldn’t.
And somewhere in that silence, I understood
it’s okay to not feel okay sometimes.

A short trip to Ama Yangri, just to let go of the weight of being me. A stream burst through the rocky hills, alive and restless, Clouds spread like a quiet sea below. Someone stood at the edge of morning,
watching the sun rise from behind the mountains
for the very first time
a tear falling softly, as if the light had touched something too deep for words. Boozy youths laughed into the cold,
chasing melting snow for a moment that wouldn’t last. while TikTok poses froze moments meant to flow to their valued followers.
Bright minds stood nearby, yet left behind bits of plastic on the peak.And discovering Milarepa’s story of suffering, strength, realization, forgiveness and way out.I prayed. I laughed. I cried a little.
I tried to find myself in it all, but couldn’t.
And somewhere in that silence, I understood
it’s okay to not feel okay sometimes.

A short trip to Ama Yangri, just to let go of the weight of being me. A stream burst through the rocky hills, alive and restless, Clouds spread like a quiet sea below. Someone stood at the edge of morning,
watching the sun rise from behind the mountains
for the very first time
a tear falling softly, as if the light had touched something too deep for words. Boozy youths laughed into the cold,
chasing melting snow for a moment that wouldn’t last. while TikTok poses froze moments meant to flow to their valued followers.
Bright minds stood nearby, yet left behind bits of plastic on the peak.And discovering Milarepa’s story of suffering, strength, realization, forgiveness and way out.I prayed. I laughed. I cried a little.
I tried to find myself in it all, but couldn’t.
And somewhere in that silence, I understood
it’s okay to not feel okay sometimes.

A short trip to Ama Yangri, just to let go of the weight of being me. A stream burst through the rocky hills, alive and restless, Clouds spread like a quiet sea below. Someone stood at the edge of morning,
watching the sun rise from behind the mountains
for the very first time
a tear falling softly, as if the light had touched something too deep for words. Boozy youths laughed into the cold,
chasing melting snow for a moment that wouldn’t last. while TikTok poses froze moments meant to flow to their valued followers.
Bright minds stood nearby, yet left behind bits of plastic on the peak.And discovering Milarepa’s story of suffering, strength, realization, forgiveness and way out.I prayed. I laughed. I cried a little.
I tried to find myself in it all, but couldn’t.
And somewhere in that silence, I understood
it’s okay to not feel okay sometimes.

A short trip to Ama Yangri, just to let go of the weight of being me. A stream burst through the rocky hills, alive and restless, Clouds spread like a quiet sea below. Someone stood at the edge of morning,
watching the sun rise from behind the mountains
for the very first time
a tear falling softly, as if the light had touched something too deep for words. Boozy youths laughed into the cold,
chasing melting snow for a moment that wouldn’t last. while TikTok poses froze moments meant to flow to their valued followers.
Bright minds stood nearby, yet left behind bits of plastic on the peak.And discovering Milarepa’s story of suffering, strength, realization, forgiveness and way out.I prayed. I laughed. I cried a little.
I tried to find myself in it all, but couldn’t.
And somewhere in that silence, I understood
it’s okay to not feel okay sometimes.

A short trip to Ama Yangri, just to let go of the weight of being me. A stream burst through the rocky hills, alive and restless, Clouds spread like a quiet sea below. Someone stood at the edge of morning,
watching the sun rise from behind the mountains
for the very first time
a tear falling softly, as if the light had touched something too deep for words. Boozy youths laughed into the cold,
chasing melting snow for a moment that wouldn’t last. while TikTok poses froze moments meant to flow to their valued followers.
Bright minds stood nearby, yet left behind bits of plastic on the peak.And discovering Milarepa’s story of suffering, strength, realization, forgiveness and way out.I prayed. I laughed. I cried a little.
I tried to find myself in it all, but couldn’t.
And somewhere in that silence, I understood
it’s okay to not feel okay sometimes.

A short trip to Ama Yangri, just to let go of the weight of being me. A stream burst through the rocky hills, alive and restless, Clouds spread like a quiet sea below. Someone stood at the edge of morning,
watching the sun rise from behind the mountains
for the very first time
a tear falling softly, as if the light had touched something too deep for words. Boozy youths laughed into the cold,
chasing melting snow for a moment that wouldn’t last. while TikTok poses froze moments meant to flow to their valued followers.
Bright minds stood nearby, yet left behind bits of plastic on the peak.And discovering Milarepa’s story of suffering, strength, realization, forgiveness and way out.I prayed. I laughed. I cried a little.
I tried to find myself in it all, but couldn’t.
And somewhere in that silence, I understood
it’s okay to not feel okay sometimes.

A short trip to Ama Yangri, just to let go of the weight of being me. A stream burst through the rocky hills, alive and restless, Clouds spread like a quiet sea below. Someone stood at the edge of morning,
watching the sun rise from behind the mountains
for the very first time
a tear falling softly, as if the light had touched something too deep for words. Boozy youths laughed into the cold,
chasing melting snow for a moment that wouldn’t last. while TikTok poses froze moments meant to flow to their valued followers.
Bright minds stood nearby, yet left behind bits of plastic on the peak.And discovering Milarepa’s story of suffering, strength, realization, forgiveness and way out.I prayed. I laughed. I cried a little.
I tried to find myself in it all, but couldn’t.
And somewhere in that silence, I understood
it’s okay to not feel okay sometimes.

A short trip to Ama Yangri, just to let go of the weight of being me. A stream burst through the rocky hills, alive and restless, Clouds spread like a quiet sea below. Someone stood at the edge of morning,
watching the sun rise from behind the mountains
for the very first time
a tear falling softly, as if the light had touched something too deep for words. Boozy youths laughed into the cold,
chasing melting snow for a moment that wouldn’t last. while TikTok poses froze moments meant to flow to their valued followers.
Bright minds stood nearby, yet left behind bits of plastic on the peak.And discovering Milarepa’s story of suffering, strength, realization, forgiveness and way out.I prayed. I laughed. I cried a little.
I tried to find myself in it all, but couldn’t.
And somewhere in that silence, I understood
it’s okay to not feel okay sometimes.

A short trip to Ama Yangri, just to let go of the weight of being me. A stream burst through the rocky hills, alive and restless, Clouds spread like a quiet sea below. Someone stood at the edge of morning,
watching the sun rise from behind the mountains
for the very first time
a tear falling softly, as if the light had touched something too deep for words. Boozy youths laughed into the cold,
chasing melting snow for a moment that wouldn’t last. while TikTok poses froze moments meant to flow to their valued followers.
Bright minds stood nearby, yet left behind bits of plastic on the peak.And discovering Milarepa’s story of suffering, strength, realization, forgiveness and way out.I prayed. I laughed. I cried a little.
I tried to find myself in it all, but couldn’t.
And somewhere in that silence, I understood
it’s okay to not feel okay sometimes.

A short trip to Ama Yangri, just to let go of the weight of being me. A stream burst through the rocky hills, alive and restless, Clouds spread like a quiet sea below. Someone stood at the edge of morning,
watching the sun rise from behind the mountains
for the very first time
a tear falling softly, as if the light had touched something too deep for words. Boozy youths laughed into the cold,
chasing melting snow for a moment that wouldn’t last. while TikTok poses froze moments meant to flow to their valued followers.
Bright minds stood nearby, yet left behind bits of plastic on the peak.And discovering Milarepa’s story of suffering, strength, realization, forgiveness and way out.I prayed. I laughed. I cried a little.
I tried to find myself in it all, but couldn’t.
And somewhere in that silence, I understood
it’s okay to not feel okay sometimes.

A short trip to Ama Yangri, just to let go of the weight of being me. A stream burst through the rocky hills, alive and restless, Clouds spread like a quiet sea below. Someone stood at the edge of morning,
watching the sun rise from behind the mountains
for the very first time
a tear falling softly, as if the light had touched something too deep for words. Boozy youths laughed into the cold,
chasing melting snow for a moment that wouldn’t last. while TikTok poses froze moments meant to flow to their valued followers.
Bright minds stood nearby, yet left behind bits of plastic on the peak.And discovering Milarepa’s story of suffering, strength, realization, forgiveness and way out.I prayed. I laughed. I cried a little.
I tried to find myself in it all, but couldn’t.
And somewhere in that silence, I understood
it’s okay to not feel okay sometimes.

When they asked for QR code to pay as they didn’t have enough cash, the hotel cashier told them to take router outside the edge and find a connection and pay and this was the scene. #mountaindairies🏔️

When they asked for QR code to pay as they didn’t have enough cash, the hotel cashier told them to take router outside the edge and find a connection and pay and this was the scene. #mountaindairies🏔️

When they asked for QR code to pay as they didn’t have enough cash, the hotel cashier told them to take router outside the edge and find a connection and pay and this was the scene. #mountaindairies🏔️

When they asked for QR code to pay as they didn’t have enough cash, the hotel cashier told them to take router outside the edge and find a connection and pay and this was the scene. #mountaindairies🏔️

At Shesh Narayan Temple, watching fish glide through crystal clear water beside Vishnu felt like witnessing stillness within motion. The water moved, the fish drifted, yet everything carried a quiet sense of balance. Was curious and tried finding the metaphorical value of Shesh Narayan.
Shesha, the endless serpent, represents time, infinity, and the unseen foundation beneath everything. Vishnu resting upon it symbolizes deep trust in that flow balance within chaos, stillness within motion. It’s the idea that even as everything moves, changes, and dissolves, there is something calm and sustaining underneath.
So the metaphor of Shesh Narayan revealed itself a symbol of cosmic harmony and eternal stability, where everything flows, yet nothing is ever truly lost.
It made me realize that peace isn’t something to search for outside, but something that has always been present soft, constant, and quietly holding everything together, just like the unseen balance beneath the universe.

A Gaze full of curiosity #iphonography

Kids from Dapcha #iphoneographer

This is how I felt about the election.
For the young dreamers who believed country could be gentler and truly free. Free from those whose corrupted hunger for power never wanted people to breathe that freedom.
For those who carried hope in their chests like a quiet fire, burning softly yet refusing to die.
For those who dreamed not for themselves alone, but for a future they will or might never see.
To those souls my deepest love, compassion, and respect.
This is also for the mothers and fathers who swallow their tears in silence, holding their families together with trembling strength.
For the young hearts who carried both tenderness and fire within them.
And may one day, somewhere beneath a peaceful blue sky, the choir of those dreams finally find its harmony.
Always love and respect to you GENZ bhai haru.

This is how I felt about the election.
For the young dreamers who believed country could be gentler and truly free. Free from those whose corrupted hunger for power never wanted people to breathe that freedom.
For those who carried hope in their chests like a quiet fire, burning softly yet refusing to die.
For those who dreamed not for themselves alone, but for a future they will or might never see.
To those souls my deepest love, compassion, and respect.
This is also for the mothers and fathers who swallow their tears in silence, holding their families together with trembling strength.
For the young hearts who carried both tenderness and fire within them.
And may one day, somewhere beneath a peaceful blue sky, the choir of those dreams finally find its harmony.
Always love and respect to you GENZ bhai haru.