Wagle Street Journal

A girl with carries things in a doko. The things, she wouldn’t say what, were sent by her grandfather, a hotelier at the top of the hill, to her grandmother, a hotelier at the down! The granddaughter was working as a messenger between the old couple!
23 October [Thangune Bhyanjyang]: It was a long day. We […]

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23 October: A girl shyly smiles as I take her photo. She was going back to Kathmandu with her relative uncle along with other friends. We met them on our way to Chisapani.

The same girl with her friend.

A guardian takes his kids to school in Kathmandu. These kids, the man said, aren’t his sons […]

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The faces and expressions of the trailside Nepali kids. Part I [Here is part II]

22 October: We met a group of kids somewhere near Chisapani who were having fun by flying kite from a small hilltop. We decided to spend a few minutes observing them, talking to them and teasing them. We got a warm […]

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Final day (6 of 6) of the Hemalbu trek:

Om, Nama Shivaya! Are words needed to describe this photo?
24 October: We knew it was our last day of trekking. We were going back to home. We arrived in Patibhyangyang in a jiffy and from there, after eating curd and Chokofun, we started climbing up to Chisapani. […]

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The faces and expressions of the trailside Nepali kids. Part II [Here is part I]

22 October: Yes, he wanted to hide his face from my camera! Actually, he was teasing me and was also challenging me to take the shot of his face. “He couldn’t, he couldn’t,” he chanted when he thought I couldn’t take […]

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A festival blog: Celebrating Tihar (or Deepawali or Deewali)[Wagle with Thiar Bhai Tika 2005. From that year’s Tihar blog]
The live images of Nicholas Sarkozy talking about France-U.S. relations in Washington are coming on CNN as I am eating dal bhat while also talking to a friend. The talk finished, the food finished, the speech is […]

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