It seems that you're there, for the purpose to make way. To give them the headlight start. Its like you're meant to be deceived all along. The aftershock, the big black cloud over one. I have brought myself here.
Yes, thats actually rice on our forehead. How is it made? Its a mixture of rice, yogurt and vermillion. Sinful food in every house, money, rato tika. Prolly the last Dashain as a family in Singapore. Dad and my 3 little brothers<3