For decades, Bhajya Pukhu (Bhaju Pokhari), which lies across the road from Siddha Pokhari—one of Bhaktapur’s most famous landmarks—was more a field than it was a pond. The two levels of walkways made for the perfect running track for early morning joggers, its lush greens a great spot for kicking a football around.

Ideas come like pulses, they seem to strike anywhere and at anytime. For me, ideas strike the most when I’m in a crowded bus, especially during my journey from college (Maharajgunj) to home (Bhaktapur).