Basantapur—a tranquil chaos.

I've always found Makhan Tole rather peculiar. Hundreds of people flood in every minute, hustling to get through. Each one carrying a different story. Each one driven by a different purpose. and here they converge, in a frenzy of movement and disarray. Their voices, bound by the walls of the narrow street, blend into the noise of the many bikes and scooters struggling to navigate through the crowd. Utter chaos.

Above them, a silent and peaceful Taleju stands still. The clouds slowly sail through the vast blue skies. Calm, serene, immaculate. You stop in your tracks. It's this exact contrast that makes Makhan what it is — a juxtaposition of presences, capable of bewitching your senses and captivating you. the harmony of conflicting realities.

A silent onlooker immersed in this wondrous display, you watch as the world around you bustles by, fascinated by the sheer amount of beauty this place has to offer. But Basantapur is so much more than just a pretty place to visit. It's an entire organism in itself. One that never ceases to inspire. One that can leave you rooted to your spot in the middle of a crowd, as you stare, in complete awe.

(I finally got around to taking this shot that I've wanted for some time. it took 3 whole hours of standing in that never-ending crowd, taking timelapse after timelapse, to get to this. although I don't think my pictures will ever be able to do justice to everything that Basantapur means to me, this little snippet makes me really happy, and it was worth every second of standing for.)