Today the streets of Kathmandu greeted my feet and feasted my eyes. The air felt light and warm (certainly did not need that jacket I wore) My ears took in all the obvious street music associated with South Asia - honks, loud chatter, impassioned deliberations, excited planning, lazy afternooning, and so on. A slowly-moving street in the Baluwatar neighborhood was what I set out to explore. And slow-moving it was. Mostly empty streets, shuttered down cafés and restaurants, some small convenience stores open - the effects of the shortage are clear. I crossed a tailor who looked uncannily busy at work, a glass shop with a woman busily dusting shelves that had been forgotten for months, a pet store with four sad looking puppies in a cage outside that I seriously considered letting free (but then what?), many graffitied walls, international oranizations closed for business, an abandoned language school, a very loud group of students inside a high school, pigeons praying atop a temple, and dogs being kings and queens of the road.
It was a sensorily satisfying stroll and I think you would've liked it too! Not as much pollution, noise, dirt, or junk as some streets in Delhi that you have wandered on.
I hope you dreamt big dreams as you slept.