Kathmandu through My Eyes As I look outside from my window seat of the Kabhre-Kathamndu Nagar Bus, I see pavements of Jadibuti crowded with people dashing each other who wouldn’t hold on for a second to reach their destinations. There are some, like me, on the flyover not too far from the office of Herb Production and Processing Company, staring downwards and wondering where these people might disappear during the festivals or in times of pandemic like Covid-19. As usual I look at the digital display of time, temperature and Air Quality Index (AQI) of the major cities of the country placed in front of the office.  The AQI today reads slightly over 300 and I try to visualize more than10,000 lives lost to the poisoned air in Kathmandu alone and wonder why so many people accumulate here leaving everything behind.  I then ask myself the same question: why was I here, living a much more compromised life than what I could back in my hometown, Ilam. I then try to relate my...