musings of a Nepali girl

By Pratiksha

Traffic dai

Our traffic dais (brothers) are our traffic lights! They stand at the junctions on scorching hot days, drenching rainy days or the regular dusty days directing our vehicles and whistling to the wrongful drivers. Many times they get irritated by people like me for not listening to them.

This picture was taken at Gwarko chowk today.

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