It was dawn, after a heavy downpour, I stepped into the floor. What I felt was, wetty. My bulged eye, Witnessed the site, Not the very first time. When Ganga bursts out in anger, it overflows to fill the vacuum. When everyone pleads for mercy, I look at my laminated photo, floating on water. […]
She was ‘Eighteen’ then, on flight, had never been. Her first journey by plane, boarded on time ,at ‘Nine’. Domestic flight of Nepal, Owns a risk of travel, to fall. Capacity just ‘Seventy two’, along with the cabin crew. All set to fly, she closed her eyes. Chanting her God’s name, to reach safe. And
Painted in white , moonlight made it even more bright. The so called ‘Do talla’ mansion. You are right, the sight, dubbed as white house. The tallest amongst the short. The most well known through out. Interior , was a big courtyard, the floor coloured in pale red. Sat my Grandma, in saree white,
The path to genuine happiness, the ultimate pleasure, is to eat without measure. When you don’t follow the art, eating wittily with heart. When u gobble before drooling, the stuff be cheesy, assuming, or might me chocolaty, as well. You forget all the self promises made, and you are lost in the world of taste.
