2065–2072Manahari, Nepal
School Years
School years were less about a single milestone and more about learning how curiosity grows.
Others unfold through classrooms,
pages, people and years.
Mine began in Manahari.

School years were less about a single milestone and more about learning how curiosity grows.
The earliest chapters were shaped by familiar roads, classrooms, and the routines of home.
An important academic transition, but only one part of a much longer journey.
The river knows no border, it flows where it must.
In foreign rooms at midnight, in quiet words I trust.
A mother speaks in vowels that distance cannot dull,
Her blessing in the morning, a shadow light and just.
“A new rhythm, a different language, and another chapter still being written.”
“Every page turned is a road travelled; every road travelled becomes a verse.”
— Bikash Baniya