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The world was painted red. A throng of people were running for their lives to save themselves from explosives raining from the sky. Some people had lost arms, some legs and some were entirely dead, gone far away from this sickening world. She had barely survived by taking cover in an abandoned house. Her will to live trickled like blood of people injured around her. But as she clutched her baby to her chest, she knew she had to make it alive. Her son deserved to see the better part of the world. And she would make sure of it, nomatter what it took. She closed her eyes and prayed to the heavens. "Please let this be a dream", she'd said and the world around her dissolved. Work didn't provide the respite she was hoping for. She had been having these terrible dreams for sometime now. In her dreams, she was always stuck in a war zone clutching a baby to her heart. The

I kept looking for answers in you  Little did I know, You were the question And separation was all the answer I ever needed.  When we loved, we'd turn the entire world rosy, shouting our love for each other from literal rooftops. Other days, the love would just vanish making me question the reality of those feelings. Sometimes, we'd talk through the night and only stop when dawn would knock on our respective window panes. Other times, we'd go multiple days without so much of a hello. Somedays, you'd have your hands all over me and I'd be writhing under your touch. Other days, you wouldn't so much as hold my hand. We were always too much and never enough. A fatal combination.

Photo: Tumblr.com As a teenager, I was always so opinionated about things around me. Things were either positive or negative, something I loved or something I hated. Black or White. I knew what I wanted in Life. I knew when I wanted it and how I wanted it. Fast forward a couple years to being almost 21, I seem to have loosened my grasp on everything I thought I knew. I find myself questioning everything which almost always results in me concluding that I don't know anything at all. Do I really want to be in a relationship? Do I really want to follow that career path? Do I really want to associate with people that I find myself with right now? The questions are never ending. There are no discernible lines differentiating anything anymore. No black or white- only a million hues of grey. 

There are two kinds of hurt. One is immediate, earth-shattering You wail, scream Weep for the person beyond measure When the self-pity ends, You pick yourself up, Oneday. Other one is slow and steady Creeping up on you when you least expect it. And when it arrives, It leaves back nothing in it's wake. Enveloping you in darkness It neither has an end nor a beginning Only a constant rhythm of hurt flowing through your veins. I don't know which is worse.

PC: gaderinge.com It was a Sunday on a cold February evening. I was returning home on a public bus after meeting a friend. The busses which cater to my part of the city ( or lets be honest, ANY part of Kathmandu) in the evenings are quite crowded. I hadn't even gotten on the bus but had already started to hate the journey seeing the horde of people who were waiting along with me. When the bus came to sight, I ran towards the bus. But my fairly long legs fell short because I couldn't grab a seat and was left standing towards the back end. If you haven't been on a public bus in Kathmandu in the evenings, there's something you should know: they are so crowded that you can barely breathe freely. So as I got on the bus, I had a moment of irrefutable regret. Because walking all the way home would have been easier than what I was going through (it was only 8km anyway! sigh).  Another thing you should know about public transport in Kathmandu: Most of the conductors on

PC: thereadingroom.com [Published as 'There and back again' on 'The Kathmandu Post' on 24th July, 2016] As he entered the strange world, the air immediately got crisper, cooler. The fact that he had expected it didn't change how it affected him every time. The hair down his spine stood straight and he grabbed onto his jacket a little tighter. He was already out of place with his pair of jeans and blue button-down. His only hope was that the jacket shielded him against the oddity. Being transported to the new timeline was always strange. And the fact that he was always transported to the same date, July 28, 1914 even stranger. As he shuffled out the alley, he knew exactly what to expect. Just like the other times, a woman came charging down the street with a kid. He always narrowly missed stumbling into them. So today, he made a point to take a pause before entering the street. He was learning, despite the fact that he didn’t know why or how he got sent to t

I was a little late to the game of thrones party as I only started watching it after it had aired its fourth season. After constant peer pressure and years of blatant disregard of pop culture, I finally succumbed to the worldwide phenomenon that is game of thrones and how. After over two years of constantly speculating theories and waiting for the plot to move forward for the most part of the year, it’s safe to say that the seven gods have charmed me. What makes it so irresistible? Politics and Power play Politics is one of the major themes of the series. Every step taken is a step taken towards being more powerful than before. And power doesn’t come easy. Gruesome killings, murder, fraudulence, mind games come to people as easy as breathing. Where ostensibly good characters don’t make it even a few episodes whereas bad ones just keep multiplying their forces. You can never fully say who has the upper hand because power keeps radically shifting. And because of its likeliness

PC: lovethispic.com He isn't cute. Cute doesn't even begin to describe half the person that he is. Cute is momentary, flimsy. And he is the furthest from flimsy as one can get. He is beautiful. His voice is beautiful, his laugh is beautiful and the way he looks at me, he makes me feel like I'm the most beautiful girl he's ever laid his eyes upon. He is a blazing flame. And I am but a mere moth. I'll get burnt, I know it. He doesn't promise me otherwise, either. Deciding it will be worth it has made all the difference. I could say I love him, but those three words can never justify the kaleidoscope of sensations I feel when I'm with him. He is all colors in one, at full brightness.

Picture by my friend, quite a long time ago.  I wouldn't call myself a poet. A good one, atleast. But every once in a while someone else takes over. Enjoy! Wrote this one last night because I had an exam. And I felt like doing literally anything other than studying. My favorite line: You took me in your arms                                 And like waves we collided  Wrote this one some two months back. Just because. My favorite line: But my heart forgets. 

Photo Credit: Tumblr.com If I had one more day with you, I don't think I'd do many things differently.  We'd still wake up next to each other. You'd wake up first like you always did. As the morning sun pierces the curtains, I'd curl into you unconsciously, shielding myself. You'd smile unto yourself silently, embracing me. We'd be a tangle of messy hair, blankets and warmth. You'd be the first one to get up from the bed. "We'll be late", you'd say. "Can't we just take a day off? Go for a picnic maybe? It'd be our first date after getting married" , I'd suggest. "Sure honey", you'd say laughing. I'd wake up next and start making tea. After a while, you'd come out of the shower, all steam and water drops. Gently sipping my tea, I'd look at you. "What are you looking at, missus?" you'd say with pretend innocence. "Only my favorite person in the world&q

Photo Credit: Wallpaperup.com I have never been an outstanding  student in my life. When I was in first grade, I used to come out on 7th place out of 10 people. When I was in 10th grade, I used to come out on 49th place out of 220. When I was in 12th grade, oh wait... let's not talk about 12th grade at all. Anyways, never in my life has any teacher been proud to have me in their class. Okay, except maybe one. What I mean is, I've always been pretty average when it comes to studying. But otherwise, I've always been on the smarter side. And I know for a fact that I'm smarter than most people in my class. Just so you know, I've never been the modest one either. Currently, I'm 1.5 years into my undergrad studies. And let me tell you, business school has been an entirely different experience altogether. In Business school, I have felt a sense of belonging. I know this is what I want to do in Life. Being my own boss and all that. In a sense, It's been a bre

PC: Elitedaily.com Silence woke her. As she laid on the floor, saliva drooping from her mouth, she realized it had gotten darker. She must have passed out for an hour or so. She sub-consciously touched her forehead. There was no blood this time but she knew it would bruise. The glass had hit her pretty hard, after all. Hits, Bruises and cover-ups were just another day in this household. As she got bearings of the time and place, she started to look around. Few yards away in the next room, she saw a heap of limbs passed out on the floor. Upon closer inspection, she could smell the concoction of alcohol, vomit and sweat. The view was jarring but she wasn't repulsed. The emotion that overcame her was pity. Pity at the man who was her husband. Pity at the man she once loved. As she looked back, she didn't know where exactly she she went wrong with her life. Born to a privileged family, she was smart and beautiful. No wonder, she had caught an athlete's eye. He was pre