like a photograph.
my limbs folded up where they can to fit into this chair that's my world on Sunday mornings to stare from. i'm starting toward "Paris Danda" (pronounced by some as baton). what rebellion brew, we've all seen. we've read about the failed battles of Khara and Pilli. we've seen innumberable extensions, deadlocked talks, bickering. and amidst these, Kathmandu has continued to teem with ugly, unaesthetic, ill-engineered structures; representative of our affluence. bill-boards, fancy cars and stylish clothing stores. queues at fuel stations and water spouts.
i feel like a photograph perched between the Kathmandu of my childhood and now. dangling at an ellipsis.
my limbs folded up where they can to fit into this chair that's my world on Sunday mornings to stare from. i'm starting toward "Paris Danda" (pronounced by some as baton). what rebellion brew, we've all seen. we've read about the failed battles of Khara and Pilli. we've seen innumberable extensions, deadlocked talks, bickering. and amidst these, Kathmandu has continued to teem with ugly, unaesthetic, ill-engineered structures; representative of our affluence. bill-boards, fancy cars and stylish clothing stores. queues at fuel stations and water spouts.
i feel like a photograph perched between the Kathmandu of my childhood and now. dangling at an ellipsis.
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