A Personal Observation Recently, I found myself wandering along the winding streets of Bhaktapur, only to be startled by how much the city wells have changed. Where the wells dug by the hands of this community used to always be abundant and reliable, they now sit close to empty. The water that does gather in them is brownish, sometimes partially hidden beneath weeds or floating debris, and nobody considers it safe to drink. This isn’t just something happening here; it’s a snapshot of what’s...