Nepal, July 25 -- Harshita did not know whether the voice of her soul was calling or she was escaping the scars of her past. Setting one foot in front then another, she stepped out of the house. The soft wind enveloped her. She had no idea if she was heading towards the light of life or into the cold arms of death. This feeling of end, which was now fluttering in her heart like a flock of wounded birds, had never touched her the way it did today.

She kept going. It felt like someone unknown was pushing her from behind. She could see the human faces here and there resembling zombies as they seemed eager for human flesh.The rows of shops on either side of the road was making the already narrow road narrower. Harshita could hear the noise r...