Three days before the constitution deadline, my 72-year-old mother Nhimalhamu Tamang passed away at Nepal Medical College in Jorpati. After performing her last rites according to Buddhist tradition, her body was taken to Swayambhu on the back of a minivan.
On the way to Swayambhu our vehicle was stuck in a traffic jam in Chabahil. When I looked outside, I noticed a traffic police paying respect to my deceased mother. Soon I saw that everyone who passed by our van stopped for a while and paid respect to my mother's lifeless body. From Chabahil we drove past Maharajgunj, Balaju and Banasthali before finally reaching Swayambhu and all along the way I witnessed the same thing. The strangers who bowed their heads were clearly Hindu Brahmins and Khas. Yet, irrespective of their castes, they paid their respects.
I felt the thread that unites us as Nepalis is still strong. I had feared the new constitution would divide the country along ethnic lines. But this incident restored my faith in Nepal's social harmony and unity.