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Must have walked around the entire city on foot yesterday...thanks to the petrol crisis. I love walking, and did not have the pleasure of exploring the city for such a long time. So I did not really mind it. I was actually enjoying it.

While I was using the last bit of petrol in my bike to reach my aunt's house, a richshaw driver had rode over my left foot. There were three women in the rickshaw plus the rickshaw driver, plus the weight of the rickshaw. It hurt but in the busy alley of Indrachowk, there was hardly anything that I could do. So, I drove away.

I wasn't feeling anything much unless I took off from my aunt's house, on foot. After walking for like an hour, my foot started to hurt. I waited for a public transportation, but they were all so crammed. Seemed like RPP (or is it RPP Nepal? Whatever..) had booked all the vehicles in town. The taxis were all busy too. I was forced to walk home.

And now, even after a night's sleep and some foot therapy, they still hurt. So, I am on a rest today. No bike. No petrol. No energy.