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6 JAN 2018 AT 22:50

She lost herself to the faint memories of her childhood.
She says she was around sixteen years old when she came to India with her elder brother. At that time, countries were only in maps and papers and when someone said 'till that mountain it's India and crossing that you will be in Bhutan.' May be back then, people trusted one another more than the boundaries that separated them. Boundary was a virtual concept.
She was born when the bridge next to her village was being constructed. It was raining cats and dogs. it was in the month Chait, perhaps.
She doesn't remember when, nor does her family.

Family!!!

Her parents had died when her baby tooth started sprouting.
So there was no one to keep account of her birth date.

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6 APR 2018 AT 4:49

Falling
in love
with you was
never a choice, but
our friendship was.

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31 MAR 2018 AT 8:46

"The best conversation you two ever had?"

"Explaining family tree to each other"
the two best friends giggled.

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27 MAR 2018 AT 10:43

"Worst is seeing someone die and you have no idea what death is".

Despite life's harsh treatment she was a jovial little girl. She had very little in life to both receive and give. The very little was her Mother, bedridden and counting her days. She was oblivious of what her mother was going through.
For that eight-year old, death was something foreign; she didn't know the loss she would be bearing was for good.
That was one of those evenings, evening that was eerily cold and her mother's unremitting cough and swarming people did nothing but irritate her.
A big log of wood in patio was burning. People who had come to see her mother, some were with her and some talking with her family next to her mother. She was not with her mom. She was in the patio, wrapped by the warmth of the fire. For her, that evening was like any other evening.
As moon made its appearance, her mother's health deteriorated making the air grim and sombre. Everyone was aware that her mother would not get through the night but they didn't tell that to her.
For dinner, her elder asked her sister to prepare chicken soup for their mother.

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28 FEB 2018 AT 22:59

I don't know how to put into words but lately I have discovered that we Nepalis are maha-foodies because when we talk( especially over phone), the very first question we ask after the traditional exchange of greetings is,'khana khayo?'( had your meal?), 'k khayo?'(what you had?).
As I child I was obsessed with milk and roti. That very 'milk-roti' combo would serve my purpose for the entire day. I had my own style of having it; crumbling roti into pieces and pouring hot milk over it.
My obsession for food doesn't end here.
My Aama's 'chamre bhat'(fried rice), little crispy little soft served with 'aalu Ko achar'(aalu chokha), which I wouldn't eat unless made them into small cute balls. Yes, I know but yet we call 'achar' instead of 'chatni'.
And the third in the list is taken by 'kaalo daal', the popular black lentils.
By God, they are my favourite but only when prepared by my mom, and to my badluck, she left cooking long ago due to health issues. I so much crave for them.
Not my adulthood, but yes my childhood was definitely a colourful one and all thanks to my Aama's culinary art. That one woman in my life, on whom my foundation stands firm.

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5 JUN 2019 AT 0:43

dig inside your heart, which holds innumerable mysteries,
to unfold....night is but an excuse, for another adventure to start.

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22 FEB 2018 AT 15:43

Sometimes all you have to do is, cut the threads still tied with the past, tie it to present and knot them to make a way for the future.

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15 FEB 2018 AT 18:00

"Move on", they said,
so I did.

Little did I know, I was living my past
in the name of present.

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12 FEB 2018 AT 14:17

. . . . , so distant that his presence could only be found in the pages of my diary and in my mom's wallet . . . . .

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3 FEB 2018 AT 11:03

Fraction by fraction,
part by part,
thought by thought,
staring at the mirror,
and curling a lock of my hair,
I'm building my own world of fantasy.

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