TIHAR
my name is sunil singh tamang. i read in class eight(8) Tihar is a truly magical time in Kathmandu. I Imagine it’s comparable to Christmas in New York, though being from California, I wouldn’t really know. It’s colder here now at night and in the morning. The absence of street light is compensated by the houses decorated with exterior designs and flickering colors. Fireworks explode in the distance. Shop owners close their stores to spend time with their families and all around their is a certain atmosph ere you can feel. Indian carolers sing songs outside of houses waiting for a tip, most are holding instruments. I would see them while rushing home to experience the new celebrations my family prepared every night. Without diving deep into the history of the Holiday, Id like to briefly detail what I came home to: On the first day of Tihar my “aama” said to me, we are not celebrating Tihar this year. Their had been a death in the family and being a devout Tibetan Buddhist, she do
