Blessed. This is how I feel right now. 18th February 2005. I was eight. I wanted to have a big birthday party like my cousin used to have with lots of guests and gifts. I wanted to cut a big birthday cake but a whole birthday cake was a luxury for my family back then. … Continue reading Cheers to the 21 years of my life!
Date: February 9, 2018 Dear Buwa, Do you remember the morning walk around Lagankhel shopping vegetables when I used to stay at mamaghar during winter vacations? You used to buy me chocolates and stationeries. I loved those walks and the small chores you had outside home where I used to tag along, whether it was … Continue reading Dear Buwa
I always failed in my Math exams during grade 9 and 10, except the finals though. Once, I even failed in Social Studies. I never got more than 59% in exams during those two years. When I state this fact to friends who didn’t know me during my school days, they get shocked or don’t … Continue reading Exam Jitters? That’s okay!
I wish I had a pen pal. Isn’t the idea of sharing your life with a stranger amusing? Doesn’t the anticipation of waiting for the response of your feelings into words spread in front of a stranger, honest and true, beseech you? The wait for the response of which even you are not sure would … Continue reading Pen Pals
Photo Credit I suddenly feel his hands in mine. His thumb carelessly brushing the back of my hand. I did not retract. I let him. I feel the rugged hand, the creases and coarse skin pressing into my own surprisingly softer ones. I feel his strong grip. I close my eyes. Tight shut. I feel … Continue reading Ting! The Door Closes
I am exactly where I was on December 31, 2016. Basantapur Durbar Square. Last year I remember I was there with an eerie anticipation of meeting a bandage to the blood oozing out of the hurt. Today, December 31, 2017, I spent the whole day in the same place looking for a heal to the … Continue reading The Search: Basantapur Durbar Square ( Year 2017 Review)
I have NEVER written a love letter. I’ve been a hopeless romantic since very young of about 3 or 4 years old when I danced to the theme song of Cinderella that came on Sahara Channel back then at five or six in the evening; I don’t remember but what I do remember is hoping … Continue reading When I write a love letter