During the quake I was in Kathmandu at the bus park. At first I didn’t know it was a quake, but when people started to run, I knew what it was. The ground was shaking and I ran towards a safe place. Then the buildings around the bus park started to collapse and the sky was filled with dust.
People were crying and saying “It’s God who has done this to kill the evils of the earth.” But I kept my silence, thinking “It’s just an earthquake and why should we worry?”
My cell phone rang. It was my dearest mother. She was worried and I told her to stay calm and promised her that nothing bad would happen to me.
When I came out of the bus park, the road was filled with people. I grabbed a bus to Banasthali and went to my sister’s. People there were sitting in the open fields with their families.
After that, I went to Shova Bhagawati, where a lot of destruction had taken place. I saw dead people being taken out of their broken houses. I took pity on a dead mother and her two-year-old baby who were under the fallen ceiling of their house. The tears of the other mother’s drove me away from there. I didn’t have enough courage to give them my sympathy.