Photography- Photographer Prabin Basnet
The parallel lines overhead.
Tilt your head back.
The cables are anywhere
across the city
They sag between poles,
carrying voices,
electricity,
the invisible traffic
of a thousand lives.
Against the evening sky,
they stretch across poles and rooftops—
hang heavy,
uneven,
bearing what belongs on them.
Birds perch
on the thinnest lines,
testing tension.
The wires hum
if you stand close enough.
This is infrastructure
without pretense.
they are holding this place together
with whatever they had,
whatever worked.
Ugly, perhaps.
True, certainly.