Shot in the old town of Bhaktapur, Nepal.
A little girl stopped at the stone-paved alleyway. And she started to look into what she had in her hands. Although I didn't know what it was, it seemed to be important for her. She regarded it closely.
In the meantime, a woman, probably she was her mother, was coming this way from over there. When she came to her daughter, they walked away together. Every kid had its own precious thing in childhood. Yet they forgot most of them when they grew up.