The place where I collected materials for playing bhadakuti (voye in my language) is not there anymore. Located beside the alley that takes us to our Nas Dyo (god), it was a place full of memories. From collecting grasses, leaves, and flowers to using soil from that spot, we used everything according to our needs. Every time we played, it felt necessary to go there.
We made clay pots and stoves for cooking, and cut leaves into circular shapes using Coke bottle caps to use as roti. We used soil as rice, grass as vegetables, and leaves as plates. I think going to the temple is deeply rooted in our hearts, so even during play, we used to pray and perform puja. It was all fun and full of memories.
Looking back, my childhood was simple yet memorable. This place is now nowhere to be seen, and what remains is barely recognisable. It is no longer how it used to be. A shelter made from CGI sheets (jasta) now stands there, breaking the connection to the place. It feels like this is not where I spent my childhood. Also, the space opposite it is now covered in grass, which makes me sad. It feels like everyone has abandoned the place. The laughter and fun we had while playing there still ring in my ears.
Sometimes I wonder: is it that there are no children in that area anymore to play outside, or are they so hooked on mobile phones that playing outdoors has become impossible? Children are becoming smart with technology, but I think there should still be some kind of connection to the place they were born and raised.
Moreover, the scenery visible from that area has changed, as new and tall buildings have risen there. There used to be a tall walnut tree in the garden next to the temple, but now it is empty. Everything has changed. It feels like just yesterday we were playing there, but it has already been two decades. I miss all those things. They bring back so many memories from the past.
Whenever I go to my old house, which is now made of concrete, I go to the roof, look at all the surroundings, and think about how much time has changed. Some old houses still need to be rebuilt, while others have been replaced by concrete. All these things refresh my memories from the past, which I will cherish throughout my life.
Development is a part of our life, but I still feel that the kind of development which includes our emotion, identity, values, connection, and feelings, while preserving originality, will last forever. It will keep us rooted in our culture and tradition. Whenever I walk through the alleys and see traditional Newa houses in Bhaktapur, I feel like this is where I belong, and this is my home. The temple, along with the sound of bells and birds in its premises, gives me peace. Sometimes, whenever I feel distressed, I walk through the alleys or sit in the temple for a long time. This provides me with calmness.
As time changes, I hope every change keeps our sentiments intact and connected to our traditions.