There’s a version of connection that doesn’t need words. It happens over flour on your hands and someone across the table laughing at how badly you’ve pleated your first momo.
This is Nexus in its simplest form: you don’t need to speak the same language to share a meal you made together. The day starts with a walk through a living Newari town, past courtyards and temples that have seen five hundred years of the same street life, before you arrive at the kitchen, where the real conversation starts.