Behind that shiny glass of a Volkswagen, a handsome face popped out. Seconds later a can of Coke was hurled out of the car’s window down to a nearby footpath. The man must have been quite rich, obviously because he drives a Volkswagen, and from what I could notice, he looked educated as well. And my imaginative head took him up as the kind of rich and educated man who keeps complaining about our government and lashes out on Nepali leaders for ruining the nation.
The traffic police had obviously been in the jam for much longer than I was, braving the dust, smoke, frequent honking, and irritable drivers who often pointed at his ‘incompetency’ in managing the traffic.