Nomadic Journal: Echoes of Childhood at Bhaktapur Mahotsav

Thirteen years ago, I bid a heartbreaking farewell to my birthplace, Bhaktapur. It was not the kind of goodbye one willingly gives, but a tragic departure that tore me away from my neighbourhood, my childhood friends, and the very essence of my being. Throughout my short visits to Kathmandu as a child, I had always missed Bhaktapur's crisp water and cle…