“Most of the land that my father had acquired during his life is gone. Some were sold and some divided between us brothers. We could not add much to what already he had but we have used his land instead. It makes me think a lot. I remember as a young man working with father and mother in the fields. We were all happy to have the food that was grown in our own fields. We did not need much. Rice and family meant a lot. Now times have changed and father’s land belong to the concrete buildings. The rice have gone too and we have to buy it. To make a living, I have opened this small shop where I sell mats, baskets and ropes. I buy from the local traders and sell it in retail. I sit all day and I think of my childhood, my father and the days in the fields. I do make some money, which I think is the root of all problems. Eating what you grew was simple and never a problem.” (Dwarika Laage, Golmadi 7, Bhaktapur)