A conversation overhead (as I stopped, amused, opposite the tailor’s shop off New Road where, in big bold white on red a sign sums up in English and Nepali what clients should expect: Humour)

Lady (with long protruding teeth): haina haat haalera najiskinus na bhanya.
Leda (nondescript): ey ke bho ta ni
Lady: aimai sanga haat halera jiskinu hunna k. logne maanche ra swasni maanche chuttai basnu parcha.

And another gem from Pashupati. As I began distributing old wrinkled notes to old, wrinkled ladies on the way out, after being prompted by me mum, two robust looking ladies in dhotis and shawls approached me. They couldnt have been more than 40. ‘Ey babu hamilai pani dinus na!’ I gave them a weary shake of the head. ‘Maile ta yaha budi aama haru lai po dina lageko, tapai haru la kaaha ho ra?’ To which one rejoined: ‘Hami pani magne ta ho ni!!!’ I laughed, and stepped into a pat of fresh dung. They laughed.