Men everywhere seem to be the same. My cabbie, is very upset that I ‘m alone in Kathmandu. “Koi  koi boyfriend nahin, koi husband nahin! Next time akele nahin aana.” But he says, “jab tak shaadi nahin karega, tub tak khosh he. Uske Ke baad nahin.”

Half the drive  is spent listening to him go on about me being a ‘danger lady’ and the other about how this relief never really reaches the people who most need it. 

He’s right! It doesn’t because all the distribution channels shut down. We return to a rainy night in Kathmandu. Tired and confused about what the purpose of anything is. Grateful for all the things we have.