Prabhu

"Hey Prabhu!"

There is difficulty now writing anything at all. There is a pervasive sense of demoralization in the city now, although I cannot speak for the country.

Today, there was no bread in the stores because they did not have LPG for their ovens. There is also no more Wai Wai in the stores, or any other noodles. Perhaps, they have not been transported to the capital.

Petroleum is being brought into the city under curfew, and the lines at every single pump are so long that double lane streets have become permanently single lane. You name it: Sajha, Bhadrakali, Jadi Buti, Sundhara, Tripureshwor, Rangashala, Sashastra, Police, everywhere there are permanent lines.

It has been this way for a week now. You already know about the electricity. A lemon is now 15 rupees. Onions about Rs. 25 a kg. Khasi is Rs. 380 per kg, and the price of buffalo is also high. A section officer in government makes Rs. 10,000 a month. The cost of a taxi from home to work is now unaffordable: Rs. 200.

It was not possible for me to go to Bhaktapur yesterday because the road was blocked.

There is not enough water in the taps, and not enough diesel to power the trucks that carry water.

We are out of rice now, and tomorrow we will know whether it is available in the stores. Perhaps people have started hoarding.

This seems like a design to bring Kathmandu to her knees. But on whose part, nobody knows.

We do not know what is going to happen tomorrow, or the day after. Some in the city must have been feeling the pinch for a while now. We have only just started feeling the shortages.