Dear ‘You’, In this timeless and space less journey of ‘you’ and ‘I’, we have touched upon the surfaces of many life events in our conversations. We have discussed our dreams and aspirations. The conversations that cease to end in the endless scrolls of the smartphone. Conversations unlike any other where I am not I … Continue reading ‘You’ and Lingual Hierarchy
Dear Darkness, You were my escape from reality. I would always run into your arms when reality choked my throat, pointed and laughed at me and when it would hit me right on the life to break the little heart of mine into pieces. I would come crying to you, afraid to go back to … Continue reading Confession to Darkness
I am brave. One among many you will meet behind the glass screen within four edges of my cellular device, typing words and phrases, the veil that I always hide behind. I will recite to you the details of my past, present and my dreams if you dare to ask me. I will show you … Continue reading Brave
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