Victim of the zeitgeist
The romantics
Who believed
The sun can sulk
The moon can hide
– Shillong-based poet Temsula Ao in "Stone-people from Lungterok"
When the funeral cortège of Girija Prasad Koirala (20 February 1925 – 20 March 2010) began its slow journey towards the Aryaghat crematorium on the banks of the Bagmati River near the temple of Pashupatinath, hundreds of thousands thronged the narrow streets of Kathmandu. The party faithful chanted the customary slogans. Leaders walked along with sad faces. But what was remarkable for a crowd of this size in Nepal was the comparative silence that hung thick in the heat of the late spring afternoon. Though not as cacophonous as Punjabis or as voluble as Bengalis and Sinhalese, Nepalis too love to banter, gesticulating and making noise even during solemn ceremonies. Even the show of grief is usually full of sound and fury. On 21 March, the mourners in Kathmandu were unusually sullen. It was as though they had realised they had lost something valuable, but knew not what exactly it was.