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Miracles

And, they do occur! Not through a divine power but from ordinary people. A small gesture of good intentions can light up another person’s world.

Seek happiness for others and miracles will never be rare.
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Dark

Will the agony stop?

Why don’t you stab my heart?

Will the pang last for seconds?

Wont I feel numb for eternity?

Is that nice?

To feel numb…

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Role reversal

She hates my guts, which is similar to hers. But, she would poke perverts with a sharp-needled compass to protect herself and her classmates. She cannot stand my stubbornness. Yet, as a child she cried and did not eat till she got a pair of Levi’s jeans, the first girl to own a pair in her neighborhood. She scorns at my wardrobe. However, there is a photograph of her during her teens dressed in a tight white shirt, blue shorts and knee-high boots. 

I look at her and think how can she be so naïve?  Like her, I believe every word anyone tells me without a single doubt. Sometimes my patience runs dry with her devotion to spirituality. Ironically, I am pursuing the same path. She selflessly helps everyone around her. And I wonder when did I sign up for the same job.

My mother and I are seldom on the same frequency. She is always scrutinizing me and I am always lashing out at her. She has her opinions and I have mine. Yet, we cannot do without each other. I need her as much as she needs me. She raised me to become a woman, just like her. And, now I am taking care of a child, just like me.

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Thank you Peter

Each one’s perception is unique

Imagine those countless paintings

If everyone were a painter…

Thank you for sharing your extraordinary paintings. And, cherished are those great conversations on sunny afternoons in Pokhara. The independent woman with a five year old’s spirit enjoyed your company.

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The final Goodbye

I have been habituated to goodbyes since a tender age but never got accustomed to it. It started from Kathmandu Domestic Airport at the Departure section. Uncontrolled tears would roll down when I said goodbye to my parents and made my way through security in my crisp white shirt, pressed pleated blue skirt and black buckle shoes. By the time I was cleared from security, my shirt would be damped with tears and my pressed skirt would be wrinkled on the sides in a desperate attempt to hold back tears. I would look from the airplane window at my parents till they were the same size as my little dolls. I would cry until my eyes were swollen and would only stop after the airplane taxied on Biratnagar soil. This ritual happened thrice a year and continued for 10 years when I went to school.

Once a passenger who was a painter felt sorry for me. He tried to distract me and showed his recent work themed Himalayas. I cried right into his paintings and his Himalayas were randomly blotted with tears. One would think that I would overcome tearful goodbyes as I mature, that never happened. No matter what the destination- vacation, college or business; tears would be on the alert to do their drill once I entered the airport premises.

Yes, final goodbyes are the truth of life. It is only but realistic. I have said my final goodbyes many times. I have said it to the man who raised me as his body flamed and turned to ashes, and only hoping to see that kind face one more time. I have said it to the man I love as his maroon car disappeared and I stared at the tail light, and only hoping to hold him one more time.

At every final goodbye, I am transformed to that little girl in the crisp white shirt, pressed blue skirt and black buckle shoes who has damped her shirt and desperately clutches her skirt in an attempt to hold back tears whilst she gazes for one last look of her loved one.

She never got accustomed to final goodbyes. She never will.

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Just like my Father

To be respected

Not for money but for honor

To be a leader

Leading by setting examples

To be creative

Truth always taking the lead

To be selfless

Never keeping scores

To be successful

Measured in love and creativity

To enjoy

As it were the last

To be….

Just like my Father

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