loving you is one thing I could never stop to do.

Hey you! Why do you follow me everywhere? you follow me in my dreams, I can see you while I eat, while I am awake, while I am in nuisance, while I am obdurate your image comes to make me normal, I always carve to share my happiness with you. why is it so girl? why cant you leave me and my memories? You are not special, I know that, you know that. But this idiot heart doesn’t fathom this.

You came to my life like mediocrity. the relation started with hatred. You used to be childish-girlfriend of my friend/relative. When I first went to the tole that you were in, you guys had just parted. You never talked with any of the folks, we never talked with you either. I heard all kind of stories about you, about how crazy you were to dump my friend and the stories of egoist version of you. The felling of hatred was there. I didn’t care about how you were as I never knew who you were.

Nearly two years. After finishing my Schooling I went back there again.This time I had to complete my higher secondary studies from the neighbour you lived. It was co-incidence that we met in the Bus-stand. Some thug rickshaw-wala was irritating you, I helped you out. You didn’t know me, I told you about myself. we went to home by same rickshaw.

So, After 9 months I am finally back home. I was welcomed by a superstition of 9 months and like that. A lot of things have changed here. Since I am no longer always living in home and my brother has grown up to be able to sleep alone, it seems he has overtaken my room. Sharing bed with him isn’t bad either. Thank GOD, he hasn’t replaced the posters of Shane Warne, Mcgrath, Federer, sampras, Monica seles and Graff with his idols.I can still see the books I used to read, from the collection of articles of Lenin (all 9 parts), writings of Marx, the communist menefesto, The bright star to sirish ko fool, Radha, palpasa café, Dadhim ko rukhnera, and laxmi nibandha sangraha. It seems all the english books has been taken by my sister, who is gonna kill me when she comes here next week for not bringing her any books this time. Tuesdays at Dhaka Sucks.

It was a bumper-dumper ride for more than 24 hours with some welcome seats and some unwelcome. The toughest part was while travelling through India to Nepal where we had no place to stand-comfortably in the passage. Do I look like indian? the addicts who make money to buy drugs by doing job of broker in the bus stand at the Nepal-India border called me, ‘Aap saman yaha rakhiye!’ for which he had to pay price as I left his bus in anger.

Somewhere in this world lies a country draped along the greatest heights of Himalayas; encircled by deep dark forests holding many wonders; bubbling and roaring, uninterrupted Waterfalls of immense strength and beauty; chosen by Almighty to render help from; a place so holy and tolerant enough to let Lord Buddha be born and inseminate the knowledge of life.

This is what all people read and know about Nepal which they have read across many sites and magazines but let me, an inhabitant of Nepal, explain you what Nepal really is, from the experience of mine.

I am #Dork- and I don’t have any problems with it!

Yes, I am a dork, I am an introvert,I don’t socialize too often, I don’t play games like you do,.. I say it in Bold letters. What I do or not, its none of your business j**ks! Why do people always tend to think about ‘just’ the things that we are unable to do. Why they always make lemony faces out of lemon and not even try if they can find a way to make lemonade out of it? Why can’t thy say that the cup is half full instead of seeing it half empty. The answer my friend is, just as Dylan said, ‘Blowing in the wind’.

I don’t have many friends, I lived by a pretty small friend circle, and all of them are special. There are some who are be-friending me since the day we together felt this earth, from those toddling days to this time when my life has seen 22 dry and ruthless winter, they have always been the one who showed me the spring.Not just them,there are some whom I met in the school (they never let me feel winter in my life), and few more when I was in High-school. For all of them, I don’t have words to say how much they are important for me. (They will probably kill me in unison) Since we are not together chatting and skyping is what binds us together. I confess I am a terrible Chat-person, sometimes I pretend to be offline or most of the times I forget I am in the middle of conversation or skype call, how can I say sorry to you guys?