Salim Reshamwala

We met like a lovely bunch of people.

One of them was a government official, a middle to low range official, who was our first point we started with.

And we didn't expect much, but he was such a jolly person.

Yeah, he also sang for us.

What you're hearing is a love song.

He's singing about seeing his love on the terraces of a field, maybe sitting on the ground or, even more picturesque, perched on the branch of a tree.

Fittingly, the landscape makes her unattainable.

Our meeting is impossible, he says.

My love is across the river while I cry on this shore.

Later, Nayan and Ranjan met an elderly gentleman who told the story of a local man who wanted to build one of the initial bridges across the Kali Gandaki River.

It's a huge shift.

Here's Gaurav again.

Half a day's walk to school traded for ten treacherous minutes on a single wire, a pulley, and a wooden trolley.

Innocence finds courage, finds strength to pull themselves across the length.

Suspended in clouds, typhoons swell underneath.

There is no lightning, only currents that pull beneath.

A half day of walking.

I've never lived anywhere so isolated.

How's that feel for a kid?

Did you ever feel isolated when you were growing up in Nepal?