Ramesh had faced earthquakes, failed his engineering entrance exam twice, and once argued with a traffic policeman in Kathmandu. But nothing terrified him quite like the phone ringing and seeing the name Aama (Mother) flash on the screen.
Bayotata stood there. She was a small, unassuming woman in a green sari, carrying a plastic bag of oranges. She looked harmless. Ramesh knew better. bayotata
“Who?” Bibek asked.