A visual retrospective of the 2015 earthquake

The year was 2015. It was an unassuming Saturday at noon in April. I’d just finished having lunch—rice, veggies and chicken curry I made for my parents, possibly for the first time. Just as I began toying with my phone, the ground roared and shook.

Nothing could’ve prepared me for what began to ensue. I always assumed that the ground was the most stable, permanent part of reality. The sky changes—turns blue to black to blue again, and cityscapes change facades, but the ground is always there. Still and present.

But that day, everything changed. I was more afraid of this temporary fluidity than of nearby buildings collapsing. My sense of reality was distorte

reference:

https://kathmandupost.com/books/2023/07/29/a-visual-retrospective-of-the-2015-earthquake