In the month of Magh, 2046 BS, in that small room in Birgunj, with the fog-covered dusty road outside the window and the vast sky, we three village youths, staying in a rented room while taking our SLC exams, were trying to grasp the new rhythm of the city. But the soul of Birgunj city was not in its buildings or crowds; it was solely in the siren of the sugar factory. When that siren roared at 5 AM, it was not just a sound. As described in the Russian novel 'Mother', it was a collective call to labor and...