She measured the earth in multiples of the distance between her home and the farthest city she has ever been to,Dharan. She asked me if where I came from was farther than her reference town. She looked at my face as if she could see the dirty ponds and the dusty streets of my home town, I looked back at her trying to find traces of Kathmandu, the city that has spawned her whole ancestry, but all I could find was a small intersection,one among many of intersections of Kathmandu, at most I could see parts of Dillibazaar .
When she smiled to bid me goodbye, her smile didn’t look like Dillibazaar, it looked like Dharan.
I wonder if, when I look into the mirror, I will ever be able to recognize the city I carry in my smile.