As I walked home through the back streets of Baluwatar, I felt someone watching me. He was tall and very handsome. Bright blue eyes, marble white skin, rosy cheeks. A westerner, dressed in Nepalese clothes. He fixed his eyes on me and his smile filled the grey autumn day with bright colours. The houses seemed to lose their outlines, everything turned bright yellow, orange, purple and red. I felt hypnotised and walked towards him as if drawn by some unknown force, wondering what was going to happen next. When I finally reached him, he said with a beaming smile: “Jesus loves you. God bless you”.