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Published: April 28th 2010
Closing down my nation takes as much effort as typing the texts perhaps. I don't exactly know how it all starts or where. Only day before (April 26), we were asking one another (in a group of least-bothered friends) if there is a bandh (closure) the next day. I don't know why my friends were asking and I really don't know how the discussion entered into our lunch-time table-talk.
The next day, I get a green signal from a friend (a reliable source whose information mostly come untouched by rumor and based on fact) and so I take the usual micro-bus. The vehicle cannot go further than Lainchour where rickshaws and richshaw-carts are wheeling in tortoises' pace in the form of mass demonstration. So I walk...
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Mass demonstration in Kathmandu
