Nepal, May 5 -- By the time I arrived, the guests had already made themselves comfortable. The brightly lit hall glimmered like a sea of diamonds while people dressed in crisp suits and extravagant sarees formed groups, each engaged in their own private conversations. Some were family, brought together after years apart; some were uncles with bulging waist-lines and drunken slurs to their speech. Some were worried wives watching their husbands from the corner of their eyes. The warm yellow light reflected from heavy chandeliers as graceful servers efficiently found crevasses to move about in, dodging the occasional hand jerks and ass bumps. The dense murmur felt like it got heavier as I moved around looking for her, the occasional judgeme...