From the small, wind-swept village of Bhaktapur, nestled in the shadow of Kathmandu Valley, a boy named Arjun Thapa carried a dream larger than the hills that surrounded his family’s clay-walled home. His dream was not of riches, nor of fame, but of uniform. He wanted to be a police officer—a guardian of justice, a protector of people who had no voice. When his classmates in the government school spoke of migrating abroad or working in big city factories, Arjun’s mind lingered on the image of a navy-blue uniform gleaming under the sun, a badge over the heart, and the power to say “I will keep you safe.”