I Nearly Died

“Who the hell are you?” they said. Finally, I swore on them and they shut their mouths up. I felt so powerful. When the bus’s last station came and it halted to a complete stop, all passengers got off, we also got off from the bus only to discover someone from behind hit me so hard on my head that the whole town whirled around my head.


म बाँकी जिन्दगी कसरि बिताउन चाहन्छु?

मैले निर्णय गरे म लेखकनै बन्छु। मेरो पत्रकार हुने चाहाना पनि थोर बहुत पुरा हुन्छ । किनकि म लेख्छु। आफ्नै ब्लगमा लेख्छु। भिड्यो बनाउछु आफ्नै ब्लगमा हाल्छु। लेख्छु, नेताको बारेमा लेख्छु, जनताको बारेमा लेख्छु, उनीहरुको आवाजको बारेमा लेख्छु, झुपडीको बारेमा लेख्छु, मनमा लागेको कुरा लेख्छु । अब आफ्नै देश नेपाल फर्केर लेख्छु।

Felt so Powerful, but a Fragile Feeling: A Journey to Mustang

Snowflakes welcomed us no sooner did we reach there. A throng of tourists was clicking and capturing priceless and speechless beauty in camera, I was contemplating the journey back that we could have died any time like the bee. I felt so powerful, but that was a fragile feeling.