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In the photographer’s words:
He is a prayer lamp seller at Bauddha Stupa. Wearing his cute smile, he was asking everyone around to buy his lamps. He was free, frank and a no-more-stranger boy, completely different form the ”˜cute stranger’ of his age that I met on the way to Chisapani. Is this difference just because of exposure to dissimilar societies or there is something else more?