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Doing the Boudha Kora

I don’t visit Boudha often. But when I do, I only visit the site for work. For a long period of time, I’d blamed it on the commute. It is a hurdle to get to Boudha with the constant traffic and the dust. Sometimes, you could get stuck for an hour in Chabahil, and it’s...

One November evening.

When the rain pours down in a cold November evening, pour me a glass of red wine. Let me watch you spread the blanket across the floor while I take the sip. When you’re done arranging the pillows and cushions together, take my hand and lead the way. As we settle into...

Questions.

At 12 am, when I was about to call it a day and close my eyes; a question popped up on my mind “Why are you restless?” Before it opened the pandora box of unlimited theories and hypothesis, I got up from my bed and started stretching and running on the treadmill....

Blame.

He will blame it on your curves, Of how the way you swayed your hips lured him, Of how the deepness of your voice drowned him, Of how the frankness of your laugh excited him. They will blame your silence, Why didn’t you screamed when he approached you, Why...

What you can do.

If there is one thing you can do for me, then please carry the guilt of breaking my heart like a heavy stone and make sure it drowns you every time you try to cross the river. Cry me snowstorm and avalanches while holding the sadness so close to your heart that it...

Maybe

Maybe you learned about me too fast. Of how I like my coffee all black and no sugar but how chiya needs to have a dash of milk and a tinge of sweetness. Of how I don’t have a favorite color but I want my Parka Jacket green and Skinny Jeans dark blue. Of how I am...

My coping mechanism is fucked up

I was born to a father who drank his tears with whiskey every single night when his father died. When the sun spread its color across the western sky, I would find him drowned in the glasses of liquor I could never keep track of. If there was no bottle left in the...

Cleaning up the mess you left.

When you left without a word, I thought it was my destiny. For someone who obsesses a lot on goodbyes, it felt like it was what I deserved – a no goodbye leaving. Thinking this, I quickly locked your room without giving a second glance. I had no energy to look at the...

Sweet Talk

Validate me with your sweet talk. Compliment on how my curls are working for me, each strand spreading out across my chest. Comment on my black dress hugging my body and its delicate cream flower patterns. On my red lips and my dangling golden leaved earrings. On how...

The Link.

When I saw The Alexandria Link by Steve Berry, I immediately knew this was the book I needed to read. I didn’t know why though. It probably had to do with Alexandria, the lost library of Alexandria in ancient Egypt. Or perhaps it had to do with the fact that it was a...