Fluke shots from the backseat of a fairly speeding car around Khichapokhari – Dharahara area of Kathmandu on one late Saturday afternoon.
Except few random ones, shops and malls usually remain closed in Kathmandu, cos it’s supposed to be a holiday. That means, almost no crowd. No tussle. No push and shove. No blaring horns. Almost. Saturday means one stays at home, with family, watch 2pm hindi movie on Nepal television, wash and dry clothes, less shopping, more eating at home.
And yeah, this is West side Dharahara. A lot of shops are owned by Muslims. Dudes on checkered dhotis and Rupa-baniyans, chappal and Govinda dress up, smoke drenched smell of lamb meat, paan-pasal – all these might make one feel like this is some part of a shanty city in India.