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As I'm sitting in my room typing this article, my hands are freezing. I shove my hand in the heater's imaginary face, there's warmth for a moment and a second later, That's gone. This is one of the many reasons why I absolutely hate winter. And the worst part is that, it's here to stay. *sad face* There are so many things to not like about winter. The super chilly morning when it's hard to feel your hands, the numerous layers of clothes we have to walk around with, avalance of blankets we have to sleep under,  the same conversation we keep on having day-after-day about how cold a day it is , all the pretty summer dresses, ice-creams and swimming we miss out on.... to name a few. It's annoying how winter comprises of all the things I loathe.  And to top it off, Kathmandu has absolutely the worst winter EVER. It's mind-numbing, brain-freezing, bone-chilling cold during December-January and yet, there is NO SNOW to play with. I still remember the las

            He will come one day. He will be there in front of her eyes but she will be unknown. He, midst the soothing composure,will know of mysticism.He will sing of love but she will be in the dark. He will be the one writing of love this time.He will write of the sweet aroma that swirled around her and also about the brown eyes that yearned for affection.He will recollect the times of pain she's been through and a beautiful symphony will be heard.A song of tragic heartbreak will ensue and people will be moved.       He will give her roses and for all the times he missed,he will add another one.She, who waited was worth it. She who waited deserved.He will kiss her on her lips and she will follow.She will be shy yet enthralled.Her lips will want more but she will be afraid.Too scared to ask for more yet sorry she didn't. She will be living a dream but she will know in her heart that it wont last forever.She will not dare dream of happy-ever-afters because noth

Qetsiyah- TVD 5X03 I'm a HUGE 'The Vampire Diaries' fan. It's running its fifth season right now and let me tell you , it has me completely enthralled. In 5X03, there was a character 'Qetsiyah' claiming to love 'Silas', who was her one true love (to mark her exact words). So, I kind of loved the way she phrased her sentences .... and as you can already see, I wrote a poem regarding her feelings towards the one she loved. Some of the lines in the poem are the exact words she spoke.So, This is her story .. My style ;] You walked into my life And I knew I was hooked Though love spells everything trouble I was mesmerized, that I overlooked. You didn't always bring me flowers But that was more that alright I knew, if world ever came crashing down on us You'd be smiling and the pain inside me would slip by. We were together a beautiful song Every part of us a soothing melody And every time you looked me in the eye I

My mom had been pestering me to clean my room since ages and there was always something that I used against her to put it off. Yeah, I am no clean freak ...... but my mom is. I am not all up for untidy rooms but no matter how often I put everything in place, somehow a day after everything gets messed up again. So I don't bother much. This morning I finally succumbed to my mom's pleas and decided to do it anyway. I started with my study table as it needed the most immediate attention. And as soon as I got started, I unknowingly rummaged through old notebooks and rough copies. On the last page of EVERY single notebook, there were those scribbles of short poems and extracts of how my day was going on. It got me smiling and a sort of ecstasy spread through my veins. I had always been the kind of person who expressed her feelings through words and .... I  haven’t changed one bit. :) The thing with me is - I don't speak much. I was never the person with the largest gro

I had a moment of epiphany And suddenly everything became clear I broke free of the enchantments So was I released by the groping fear There was a light emanating within me The bright flicker of hope shining all the more I could've sworn I was dreaming For never in my life, all my emotions felt so bare and known. I could've never envisaged getting here Since I had been struggling for so long The chasm had been filled with the remnant pieces I was whole again, I was a beautiful song. The moment of agony all gone The ever surmounting atrocities faded away Like the touch of perfection bestowing the soul For that moment, for once, everything was all okay.

Lately, I seemed to have hit a rough spell. No matter how hard I tried I just couldn't write anything. My miniature brain can be such a weirdo sometimes. lol. Anyhoo, I finally came up with something today.And ...... As I sit down on my bed with pink floral sheets, I have an epiphany. I look around my room and there's a bright yellow Spongebob clock looking down at me, a picture hung on the wall opposite to my bed has a class picture with a maroon hue in it, there's this flower thing that's hung near the door that kinda has every color skittles are available in *or more*, on the top of  the cupboard there's my "puchku" wearing a glimmering purple birthday hat..... and there's more to it but it could take me all day long if I describe every thing in an excruciating detail. :P At sunset :) Photo by: My friend Ishan Gautam The point here is , colors are like the taste we savor, the soothing tunes we hear and in the complex brush stokes in t

I lost the love I never had But you lost the one who stood by you forever Will there be someone just like you again ? Absolutely no. Never. I saw the sun far out in the horizon Happiness had no boundaries, for i thought it was my dawn. But to my dismay it was not that It was the end of it all, the setting sun. You are the pieces of perfect glued together You were like the rainbow after the rain. You were like a breath of fresh air, I'd thought But no, you were the same person all over again. Why did I fall for your charm ? What did i ever see? Why couldn't I just shrug you off my mind? Because we're clearly not meant to be.

(Published in 'The Kathmandu Post' on 24th August 2013) Walking through the cold sinister alley, I feel the obscurity engulfing me whole The fallen houses, the broken roofs All of it makes me think of all the steps I took. Everything is falling apart, But, I still don’t know where I went wrong Is it me that’s pushing away the bliss? I’d never know if I’m not. I stand in the eye of the hurricane Preparing myself for the worst, Even though, I’m scared of the muddle I walk with my head held high and chin up. Something behind me moves and every part of me quivers, I turn a blind eye and look away from the chaos It’s not that I haven’t faced things like this, I had stood still and, again, Oh yes I will! I know the hurricane will pass and so will the night There’s dawn ready to sneak up to make things right Until then, I’m going to be strong and I’ll fight Beneath the despair, deep down I know things will be alright.

When someone asks my opinion about love , words fail me. I have watched countless movies and read so many books based on that particular feeling but if I really think about it, have no clue what it's like. I have been in love but never actually felt it from the person I wanted to. Don't know what it feels like when all the love you pour is sent back to you because you deserve it. Some people have claimed to love me but those were not the people I wanted to hear those words from. The heart wants what the heart wants. Period. I fell in love at a pretty young age. Also, I have had the most cliched love story the human kind will ever know- falling in love with your best friend. In between the copy borrowing and taking out time to glance at him in the class, the missing-you emails during the vacation and waiting around the corridor to say the final goodbye before you leave for home at the end of everyday, being torn apart between wanting to call him every evening and not d

My hair in the span of two years :) I 'm the kind of girl who fusses about her hair a lot. And by a lot I mean, A LOT ! Those of you who know me personally know that a good hair day equals happy me. I never wanted to be this person but it's too late to change that now. And moreover, I was born this way *wink* A framed picture in my room tells me that I used to have this really short hair that stuck to my scalp, when I was very little. But as far as I can remember, I used to his have this mushroom cut thing that my personal hair stylist (My mom) did to my hair. I had this black, shiny , silky and straight hair but as of now nothing remains of it. Along with me, my hair has also changed a lot. My hair has turned kind of brown and wavy and I don't even know anymore if it's changed for the better or for the worse. Let's hope it has changed for the former because as you all know now I am kinda obsessed with it. All my freshman and sophomore days in high scho

Apart from the report card distribution days, exams are my least favorite part of the year. And I think it is not that hard to believe, because let’s face it . Who on earth likes to be tested on anything? Definitely not me. Exam gets to me in its own strange ways and I totally despise it. I had a whole month to prepare for my exams and to be honest there were merely a handful of days when I actually studied. And when I was not studying, the stress that I was not studying was always on my mind. And because of that neither I could enjoy my time doing some other things nor could I possibly just go and study. Told you, Exam does pretty weird things to me. I would just rather sit idly on my room rather than going through those literally out-of-the-world physics numerical that I know nothing about. I would rather do all those household chores, that my mother keeps on telling me that I should do, rather than balancing those crazy chemical equations.  During the past few days, a

This was in no way in my thinking, Never thought we would end up this way Even with all the hopes and promises of forever We slowly drifted away. Even though you think otherwise now, You had a special place in my heart, always. I don't think that can ever be filled up No one can ever take that place, no way! I might have said the wrong things, I might have always wanted my way I apologize for all of it, I don't want to end things the bitter way. No matter how things ended between us, I never wanted it in any way But I do hope that you remain happy, And realize that all I wanted was to see you that way. We had an unfortunate falling out, I don't know who is to blame, But, I will always love you I know you will do the same.

"Day after day nothing changes and when you look back everything's changed" ~ Unknown As I'm trying to write about the things that happened in my life this year, all I can think of right now is this quote which I read many many months ago on the internet . It didn't make so much sense then but it sure does now. Funny how life can change so much in such a short time. Well, I don't think 365 days is a lot of time. Anyways,When I say that this is undoubtedly one of the truest things ever written, I know I speak for everyone else too, regardless of all the differences that we might have.  The year 2069 was filled with surprises for me. Small surprises, big surprises, happy surprises , funny surprises, sad surprises.. I had them all. Even after all these things, If I'm totally honest with myself,  I'd say it was a great year . I had my share of sadness and tribulations too....but who doesn't, right ?   A year back, at this time exa

:) The day of love , or so they call it, is yet again on our doorstep. Some may be quite excited about it and then, there may be the ones who not only despise this day , but hate the color red altogether. Yes, I've been in the company of few such living examples. And If I had not met them myself I would not believe this because I happen to be a complete opposite of what they are. I am a hopeless romantic kind of person. Yes, a person who is in love with love. A person who believes that there is always this one person who is made only for her. A person who believes that all the Nicholas Spark's books come true. A person who firmly believes that the thing called 'true love' exists beyond the pages of love stories. A person who believes that you can have your own personal fairy tale. Cheesy, you may tell me but well, that's the way I am. And, I swear, not a single word I've written here is exaggerated. What I've written is what I believe because ...erm