The tailor’s home

Among the joggers on Damside street was a brown-skinned girl whose ponytail bounced rhythmically with each step.

Morning joggers sporting trendy outfits filled the Damside streets and parks. These joggers smiled, nodded at each other, and sometimes even stopped to converse. For Nepali tourists from different parts of the country, the ease with which people moved and interacted with each other was unique, even discomforting. From the clothes people wore to the delight etched on their faces, one would assume that everyone around was wealthy and content. However, if one sat at the park and watched closely, they would conclude that Pokhara does not only belong to the elite class.