I remember sitting by the tori fields back in Nepal, when the road were closed and we' had no way to return home.
We would venture out during the afternoon to pass time. I remember sitting by the tori fields and watching vague figure of farmers far in the distant as they worked tirelessly on their land. Bright and yellow like the afternoon sun, I remember sitting by the tori fields.
We would venture out during the afternoon to pass time. I remember sitting by the tori fields and watching vague figure of farmers far in the distant as they worked tirelessly on their land. Bright and yellow like the afternoon sun, I remember sitting by the tori fields.
