My mother and I were waiting for a tempo one evening last week in Ratnapark (a popular stoppage area in Kathmandu). The winter seemed to have devoured the day’s light as the clock ticked 5:30 pm and it was past the twilight brightness. But I took some time out to look around me and easily felt the intensity of the peak hour. Every face seemed be in hurry to get back home after the tiring day’s work. The faces looked unwilling to speak, unapproachable and irritable. But even among that hustle and bustle their faces were calm emancipating a self declared enlightenment and telling me they had been witness to yet another day of profound knowledge. The picture’s truly dedicated to all the working class in the city.