Eight years ago, I received a parcel from a friend who was then living in Kathmandu, Nepal. It contained a Nepali best-selling novel “Palpasa Cafe” (2005) and a little souvenir: a package of red crystal dots worn by Nepali women on their foreheads. Only this summer, however, I’ve decided to go for this inconspicuous book which edge has slowly begun fading on my sunlit bookshelf. I’ve recently read “Palpasa Cafe” with the upcoming Oriental Book Club in mind. I feel this novel is a perfect choice for the meeting. And, very exotic!