चाेखाे माया डट कम: जन्मभूमि नेपाल र नेपालीहरूमा समर्पित

  Devendra Gautam Between a monastery and a tourist bus station in the tourist hotspot of Swayambhu, a faint, young girl aged about eight years or so sits on a damp road one cold February morning, with a baby on her lap and an almost empty steel dish in front of her. She throws a look at every passing human being, perhaps expecting them to give some money.  Similar sights come a-haunting in the metropolis every day, giving a milling humanity going about their respective rat races shocks one too many.  At the foot of Swayambhu sit a couple of people, asking passersby for generosity.   In the middle of the road close by Keshar Mahal at Durbarmarg, a dish-wielding, middle-aged woman carefully navigates vehicles awaiting the green light, expecting the humanity on wheels to open its purse strings for her and her dependants. Along the same busy stretch, this sapien has also encountered a fellow in his makeshift vehicle (a cart) going about his job along with another g...