walk home

5pm, dusk, rush hour... felt the urge to walk home from work which means crossing the city. As I was walking, I soon began to crave chocolate ice cream (haha) and as I was enjoying, I couldn't help but get a little grossed out by the fact that exhaust and cement dust was covering it as it was being consumed. But then again, I could also ask myself what is better, getting exercise by walking the polluted streets or lack of it to protect my lungs. Then you feel the eyes of those who are hungry and all those petty thoughts vanish.

I continued to pass tired eyes of the boys who work as tempo conductors, yelling all day long to fill up the buses. The lucky ones get food and shelter but no compensation. Passing those who live on the streets, getting prepared for the cold night ahead, as they gather garbage to burn, to make it through the night. As I get home, I can feel my air standing on all ends, due to the dust it retained. This scenery is becoming normal.

Kathmandu, filled with deep tradition, merging religions, sacred rituals, and colorful festivals. A place of such beauty which sadly seems to be getting buried in its own trash, toxic rivers, and deadly fumes.

Sunny days and bone chilling nights. I cant help but think of those people I just passed, sitting out on the piles of trash, trying to warm their bare, numb feet by the fire.