I stopped by my grandparent's house returning from Pokhara, as I took the longer route, from Toripani that day (I think the other shorter road was closed for construction. I called for aama and baba, hungry and eager to have the delicious food that aama would make every time I visit her, but didn't see them around. As I walked down the field, I saw this; amma must have been working in the field. It was tihar time.