Dear Girl,

Lucks!

A friend, a sister, a teacher, a student always loving and rarely irritating is LUCKS. Her name is not LUCKS actually; it is given name to her by me. Today is her birthday and I thought of wishing her in a different way. Here come a big warm hug and a very special birthday wish for my special Lucks. Happy Birthday, darling. You were always so close to my heart and will remain so. The only difference is that I am not able to spend as much time as before with you. I had a great time being with you for more than two years. You were always there for me in my ups and downs. You always had been my strength. We shared secrets and had the same opinion about life, love, family and friends. It amuses me even today that how my sayings, feeling and opinions inspired you always. I must agree that you were a good student and at the same time, you were my teacher. I learnt many lessons about life from you. Lucks I am getting too emotional now, do not know what to write more about you. Even now, while I am typing this I am smiling, thinking about you.

A letter to Black Rose

A year come and goes by. We make friends, we apart from them with the passage of time, with changes in preferences. And I believe every friend who comes to be part in our life, builds a special compartment for them in our heart that nor it is collapsible neither replaceable. They stay there forever in the form of sweet memories and remembrances. Sometimes they might be overshadowed but not detached. Today I would like to confess that you were always in my heart also in all those days when I was not with you when you were not there with me when I was happy and sad. I am trying to resume our custom of ‘expression through the letter’ your 16^th birthday onwards. :) Wish you wonderful days ahead and all the success and achievements you deserve. Happy Birthday, darling.

My Birthday

Birthday Cake

It is my birthday today. 26^th November 2011 counted on my fingers how old am I now? And observed me in the mirror if I looked old. No! not even a trace of old age. I felt happy. Last night my husband wanted me to wake up till 12 AM so that he becomes the first one to wish me on my birthday. I was half asleep when he woke me up and wished me ‘a happy birthday. He had brought Cadbury Gift Packet and a beautiful shawl for me. A surprise gift, Wow!

Made for Each Other

umang & kamal

As our second marriage anniversary is approaching, I am thinking if my life has been changed after marriage.  Not much I must say. I used to be an independent, carefree, spontaneous girl and I feel the same after two years of marriage.  I married the same guy whom I loved so much. We got married after three years of our love affair. It was an adventurous and most beautiful part of my life.

Though we were classmates, I never happened to care about him when we were in school. I hardly noticed him or care for him in class. He was like the other seventy students for me in my class. But he always tells me that he was in love with me since his school days, though he never tried to reveal it then. We appeared at SLC, and school life ended. We moved ahead in life. I joined +2 in Hetauda and made new friends.  Never cared where is he, what college and faculty he joined? I did my +2 and Bachelors from the same college. I heard from some of my school friends that he was then a Journalist and worked for Communication Corner and he read the news every morning and evening. Since he was my classmate, I had some kind of hidden desire to listen to him reading the news. After several days I happened to listen to him. I found his voice so mature, so clear and perfect for a newsreader. I must say I loved his voice.

Happy Friendship Day

 August 7, the first Sunday of August, Friendship Day. As I am aware that the UN has declared July 30 as an International Friendship Day, but also there is a strong attachment with August as a Friendship Month, 1^st week as Friendship Week and First Sunday as Friendship Day.  I do not want to replace this day with any other date.

Today I am being a little bit nostalgic. I am getting a flashback of my school and college days frequently.  I had many friends then, it’s not that they are all gone but also we hardly happened to see each other. And top of it I find it rather awkward to share everything with them as I used to do back in my college days. Maybe it’s because I have found a best among the best friend in my husband itself.

Comforting The Elderly

If they do not have any source of income (like pension, old age allowances) give them some money on a regular basis so that they can spend for their day-to-day small needs. Even if the allowance is small, it doesn’t matter because it will mean a lot to them and make them feel more independent.

Last month I went to Briddhashram at Pasupatinath and talked with some octogenarians abandoned by their family. A significant number of elderly people told me that their son and daughters-in-law showed them the way to the elderly home just because they had been ‘uncomfortable’ with their children. At the most care and love demanding age, those old folks are spending very lonely, boring and nostalgic days in an old age home. All the beautiful moments shared with their loved ones have been lost.

life keeps on moving

Hi! Friends, I was lost somewhere in some other world for so many months and finally, here I m today at 11:26 Pm (17 June 2011) willing to post something on my blog. Hope you have not forgotten me. I really hope so. So many things happened in between, I got married, I changed my job, I joined new faculty etc. etc. In all this, I happened to meet many new people and lost some dear ones. Some I cannot get back if also I want to, my grandmother and grandfather (miss you and love you always) and some may be does not like to come back to me :( sad is not it? Anyways this is called life. I think I have learned some very useful lessons about life in this part of my life. I feel like I have become more mature than before and I can tackle situations as per their demands.
I believe you guys also went through many changes in between. Many good and bad might have happened, but life doesn’t wait or rest for anything. It keeps on moving.
Good night
God bless.

Question, Answers !

It was last night
I had asked you a cold question,
Though you have already slept
I waited for a long,
Your warm breath upon my chest
sparked the answer,
your eyes were closed
still, they were saying so much.
your honest and delighted face
scattered the light of devotion
your arms around me
answered everything,
even the question I had not asked.
till the dawn my dear
I watched you completely
I felt you at full
and I got all the answers
sweet, honest and abstract.
since then
we have been lacking questions,
because we just have answers
sweet, honest and abstract.

Years ago

by Kay-Kay

Years ago,
a pleasant co-incidence was born
in the middle of nowhere.
Then lost among the crowds,
hidden inside its own beautiful world,
unfurled inside the dreams
and enjoyed alone,
all alone.

After cascades of years
I called the co-incidence again,
On a shinning evening
the stranger was back in the town,
with the gift of blurred memories.
There were two for tea
and tea for two,
drinking up the sky,
counting the stars,
But the moon itself was with me.

we spoke; silence, smile and lust
then we lost.

Paused Dreams

a long long time ago
he was following a thread of way
made by the colourful butterflies,
and he was paused
at a beautiful theatre of flowers.
Then he followed the height
of dad's shoulder,
the warmth of mom's lap,
he followed to get the teacher's good,
but paused at the end of childhood,
one day he measured the distance
to the moon,
when about to fly, it was mid-noon,
so again it was paused to itself,
in the middle of the eternal space.
Dad's darling and mom's little boy
with best friends happiness and joy,
would stop the cosmic, if he can,
nowadays, he is a gentleman.
walking down the same lane
of Monomandu
he frequently finds the dreams scattered,
over the dusty and narrow streets of life,
the butterfly dream,
the dream of dad
the dream of mom
and the manic dream upon her angel's eyes.
all are paused, and throwing "goodbye"s.
Now he wants not to be at the top
his dreams are just seeking a full stop!

सपना

ऊ सपना हो,
तर मैले उसलाई भेटेको छैन,
न त देखेको नै छु,
मस्त निन्द्राबाट एक्कासी बिउंझिदा ,
न त मैले उसलाई घ्वाप्लाक्क अंगालो नै हालेको छु,
उसको शहर सुतिरहंदा,
नियोन लाइटले कौमार्यता छरिदिएको सुनसान सडकमा
न त मैले उसको आंचल नै पक्डेको छु,
न त म उसंग जुनको उचाईमा पुगेको छु,
न त क्षितिजको गहीर्राईमा होम्मिएको छु,
फूलको सुवासको गीत पनि गाएको छैन,
छहराको संगीतमा नाचेको पनि छैन,
न त लेखिएको छ सिंगमरमरको छातीमा उसको र मेरो नाम
न त देखिएको छ, कुनै परी कथाको परिकथा भित्र,
न त कुनै नो म्यान ल्यान्डमा उन्मुक्त भई हराएका छौं, हामीहरु ।
तर ऊ सपना हो मैले नदेखेको सपना मैले नभेटेको सपना ।