It is a nation stunned and shocked, overwhelmed with grief and sorrow. But an anger is slowly simmering below the surface, bubbling over in some places, and ready to explode in a revolution of the people’s frustration with the leaders who do not lead. Nepal, cradled by the mighty Himalayas, has lost it’s first family in an bloody massacre cloaked in very mysterious circumstances. How to make sense of the senseless? How to explain the inexplicable?I had come downstairs on this Saturday morning, ready to put in an extra day at ACP, the organization where I was volunteering. They had decided to open to make up for the devastating loss in productivity from the recent three-day strike. But the entire front of the building was shuttered. I asked NawaRaj if another strike had been called. He looked grief-stricken and stunned. As he was mumbling no, I heard the puttering of motorbikes outside, a sure sign that there wasn’t a strike. I mentioned to NawaRaj that I was heading to work today, even though it was a holiday. He regained his composure and said that the office was sure to be closed. I tried to explain that he misunderstood and that the office was open indeed. Then he mumbled some words about the King. I immediately thought that it must be the King’s birthday or something like that, but how odd that ACP wouldn’t know that. Then it finally came out…”they are all dead, all of them…” -