(Write a poem describing a photograph)
These are the bricks that have seen
the rise and fall of a family
that have lived thousands of years
and felt knowledge and growth,
experience and wisdom
being handed down from generation to generation.
They have felt proud with the fathers
when their sons have excelled,
received extra bonuses.
They shed tears with the mothers
when their daughters
were married and sent away
in doli, baggi and cars.
They have shared joy
with the new born
and sorrow when someone died.
Each brick has a story to tell
of a son who stole from his father’s purse
of a daughter who wished to go to school
of women in the kitchen all day
of men playing cards with their friends
of bajes and bajais, uncles and aunts
and room full of kids
gathered during Dashain and deupuja
waiting for their turns –
to pray, play and eat.
These are the bricks that know
secrets of families that lived
and the families that moved away
and now they are here to show you
how time has changed
and the city they call home
and we claim ours