A voyage through time

Although he had walked this road daily for a year, today he was conscious of a strange change. His instincts were screaming at him. Holding his breath, he paused and looked around.

As Prajwal Kharel walked in the dark, dusty street of Naghpokhari, he felt a niggling sense of unease. He sensed something unusual, like he was walking through a different town. Something had changed. But he couldn’t put his finger on as to what had. Prajwal walked unsteadily; he was still disoriented from the long nap he had just taken. He had a habit of going for an evening walk before his evening meal.