Maybe everyone’s life is part of a whole. It felt so to her, because when she thought about it, she felt that the actions of one person shape the lives of others, and... don’t all of us in our own lives shape the lives of others?

Our lives are a catalogue of random occurrences that hew us into who we are. We drift from circumstance to circumstance, pointing to the attributes that result from our adaptations and say: This is who I am.

Tourists who come to Nepal look at terraced fields and see their beauty but remain blind to the hard labour they extract from tillers.