A vision worth pursuing: Inner waterways for Kathmandu Valley
The lazy, jaundiced, malnourished baby Sun is consistently late at 'school'. The neighbourhood shopkeeper sets a small heap of waste consisting mostly of plastics on fire. Acrid fumes from the diminishing heap mix with smog sweeping through the Nagarjun Hills, diminishing further the small pleasure of morning walk through the countryside. On cue, the lazy, jaundiced and malnourished baby called the Sun appears, drenched in the rains, perhaps taking the soot from the shopkeeper’s heap of waste as some ancient fire ritual dedicated to him. These days, the Sun looks like one of those schoolchildren, who always arrives late in class and is found snoozing all too often. Is it partying too much these days? Or is its chariot broken? The Sun’s chariot? Lemme do some explaining. As per scriptures, in those good ole days, the Sun used to thunder through the high skies, seated on its blazing chariot pulled by seven horses -- the planets. May be the...