A Buddhist nun in the 1950 revolution

Dharmashila Anagarika’s story is one of courage and nous, especially at a time when few Nepali women could participate in the public sphere.

A city, in many ways, resembles a living being. It grows organically as more and more people come to live in it. Like all living beings, it responds to those who settle within its environs, and when it falls off the map and people begin to migrate from it, it dies a slow death. But once a city reaches critical mass, it becomes an unstoppable object, subsuming everything and everyone within its limits, and sometimes even its stories. Its many histories begin to coalesce into a larger mythos, and even those who grew up in it have to dig out some of these stories.