Echoes of buwa’s motorcycle

Travelling was an act of freedom on the motorcycle. Sometimes, I felt buwa enjoyed the solitude.

I’ll never forget the smell of his Hero Honda bike, reminiscent of stale Yak cigarette. It evoked ancient memories of weekend visits filled with ice creams and butter chicken for dinner. I was fond of munching on traditional Nepali baara (Black Gram lentil Pancake), especially when baked with peanut butter—a treat buwa 's girlfriend would cook on Saturday mornings.