The weather in Chaitra, the chaos of the Kathmandu Valley remains the same. This city, which seems like heaven to one class, has become a painful chapter for another. I have reached near Gaushala. Traffic jams have started. A beggar of Indian origin has entered the car and is asking for some money. I give him a ten rupee note. He himself wrinkles his nose at my status. I have no other option but to be ashamed. As a laborer who earns a living through ordinary journalism in the city, what more can I give him than this!As in previous...