Conversations by the moonlight
“They say the soul feels bad if there’s anyone crying near the cremating body…” I overheard two young girls in a conversation as I stood in the terrace overlooking the Bagmati river while Dai and I waited for the evening a arati at Pashupati. Dai and I rarely go out together. Truth be told, we don’t really get to spend much time together. With our weird timings of college and work, we rarely see each other. And also, mostly because him and I like to keep to ourselves, we are rarely in company of others. And yet, today here we were- in a chilly afternoon, miles away from home, surrounded by one too many people watching the sky change its colors. “Why do we have to stay here and look at this?” Dai whispered out loud as he eyed the family in the riverside busy performing the final rituals of one of their family members. Dai insisted he couldn’t watch all of that. “I am getting all teary eyed. They are all crying,” he said. “If you don’t cry here looking at that, what will y...