At Some Point

Okay, yes, I want closeness. I seek affection. Even though I’m pretty much happy by myself, I tend to search for another soul, perhaps with the word ‘mate’ after it! Hmmm… When I walk in the evenings, I wish for you, to walk beside me. Hold a hand, may be? I want to keep talking to you for long, longer. I want to share my silence with you, and listen to yours. I want to tell you my secrets and behold yours. Together we might build our own world. How imaginary! How fictitious! But this is the thing in my head. I dream of you with my eyes wide open. Who are you? Who are you? Why are you in my head? I don’t even know your face. And I don’t care because I know that however you would be, you are gonna be the one I need. Wouldn’t I be the same for you? Sometimes, I want to go away. Far from here, anywhere….where there is serenity, calmness and the raw fragrance of the earth. And I want to devour that feeling, live that experience, with you by my side. I am crazy, yes. But I a...

How long should you be connected to a person for him/her to become the one, who when leaves, makes you feel sad? This is a relative thing: the answers differ with each individual for sure. If you ask me, a single day can make me develop such feelings for a person. When you feel the connection from inside, a time period is but just a number. You can be friends with someone since your childhood and yet the presence or absence of that person might not differ much to your life. But someone whom you have in your life for a little while might just mean much valuable to you. That is why, I now realize, it is said that the length of time does not matter, but its depth does. So, how do you know somebody you meet or have is that someone ? The bad part is, most of the times, you get to realize it only after the person is gone from your life. It is such a sad thing, I know. We all know. It is a rare case that we know that ‘ someone ’ while the person is still in our life....

Same dreams, unconquered yet,  but have been blossoming more than ever...  Same hopes, in a new cover perhaps,  been pushing to hold for a long and a little more...  The similar rumblings inside a head The usual war between a mind and a heart Have a soul ever got a chance to calm, I wonder! The wondering is the same again, as seems everything else.  But the calendar changes again. The new dates and the deadlines, yeah, I got one more year to hold! For those dreams, and hopes and a new one, that this year will see something better.  

Last year, I was in Dang due to the job; the most western part of Nepal I had been to by then. It's been a year, and here I'm sharing some moments from the time I spent there. The little smartphone on my hand did all the capturing. The place where I stayed was in Arghakhanchi district and the site of work was in Dang district, the bridge over Rapti river connected these twos. It is the place from where Mid-western Development Region starts; at which Hills decline and Terai begins. Geography! Rapti Bridge and Bhalubang Bazaar, Dang as seen from the bank of Rapti, (on the Arghakhanchi side) The condition of East-West highway did not look much good, but those trees with red leaves on the side surely added the charm. On right: The flower on the beach Sunset There was nothing much to boast about natural beauty but the sunset. The sunset I witnessed there, daily, was spectacular. And more sunset. I was literally amazed every day. Storms did visit as ...

As cliche as it might sound, but I truly mean it: I love travelling . Always looking for a cue to pack a bag and start off... Travelling has always been a passion, ever since the first tour I had when in college. As a kid, travelling, for me was all about going to Kathmandu, and watching movies and roaming around places with parents. I had not gone to many places until college days. I remember I was pretty excited for my first tour, which was of only one night and two days, in the third semester. As growing up happens, it becomes easier to travel on own. But the only problem there will be the budget! There will be friends and the time can be managed from college but one needs a decent sum of money to go explore those amazing places one has been dreaming of. And students have limited pocket money, that’s all. Studying civil engineering was fun when it came to college tours. We had, at least, one in each semester. I must admit that those tours were the most exciting thing...

Everything has a time-period. This all is temporary; nothing is permanent here. I don’t remember how many times I felt sad and how many times my heart was filled with happiness. I don’t remember how many times I felt lonely and alone. These feelings come and go constantly, in the same way, people do in our life. My life is the sky and these feelings are the clouds in it. I feel funny that I once used to think how I could live without something/someone. Well, I am still alive without those. Things or people do not control our life unless we ourselves let our life to be controlled. Those hopes and hopelessness are long gone now. I have new ones. I used to wish (maybe I still do) to have a group of few friends, living in the same neighborhood and being together always. Perhaps, this was childish of me because it ain’t practical. Friendships change. The strengths of relations change. Either it gets stronger or it weakens. Only on the departures, we actually feel how fa...

There… We were sitting on the steps outside Chatting about a thing and many Warming our body with a dim ray of sunlight We were in office. There… Works were yet to be done Laptops were charge-less Load shedding was ruling over We were free, literally. There… The gate was wide open right before us And nobody there to hold back We could have gone We could have left. There… We couldn’t leave and go somewhere else We couldn’t use the time as we wanted to We couldn’t decide on ourselves Or, we didn’t dare to? There… Rules were the chains And discipline, the boundary We were almost the prisoners, actually Prisoners of what? There… Of money! That we have been working so hard for Of our brain, That has been running by the norms of society There… We were prisoners of our own thoughts! We still are.