I recently picked up this book again when examining a long-forgotten box of books. one line from the back cover stuck me immediately, "it is said that all human activities seem futile and insignificant against the backdrop of the mighty Himalayas"
so I opened it and found myself can't stop following the gripping narratives of eastern Nepal. the author's perspective of all aspects of this particular area of Nepal are more distinct and in depth than most English books out there in the market.
It's a beautiful, underrated novel about hardships and happiness of living in Nepal. I read it in my teens, and loved it. Reading Shradha Ghale's 'The Wayward Daughter' brought back memories of this novel, the family and its tangled relationships.