Nepal, March 9 -- You're turning 25 this May. The age is neither big nor small. You are not at the juncture to recount your life stories; your stories won't inspire anyone, and they don't have to anyway. At six, you never imagined that you would think so deeply-you were devoid of avenues to reach those depths. You didn't understand life and death and the space in between. Like flowing water in the river, which everyone takes for granted, life flows on, and it flows on without people realising that each day comes with a warning, silently whispering that they are one step closer to perishing. You wonder if everyone thinks the way you do. You marvel if everyone pauses to review their life, its intricacies, and its blessings. In the quiet eve...