This morning as I left my flat to head out into Birganj, I discovered something very troublesome.
On many levels.
I paused, then composed a haiku:
I gave this country
education for the poor,
and they stole my bike.
So there it is. Nothing else. Moving [...]
Previously I wrote about some of the odd people I’d met in Jhapa district, namely Sunjay, the Islamic Extremists, and a child named Time Pass.
I’d now like to write about some of the odd Birganj-wallahs that have crossed my path since coming to this town. While I’ve made actual friends with whom I socialize, we [...]
By Scott Wallick
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Posted in Birganj, Nepali Culture
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Also tagged Birganj, Burning Man, death, Ghantaghar, Himanchal Cabin, poetry, Screaming Man, shaving, Terai life, The Master
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