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One weekend hike.

We were unprepared. No, we were kind of prepared, we had a plan but as things happened, things didn’t go accordingly. When my best friend Maya and I decided to go for a short hike one weekend, we thought we had it all figured out. She would make me breakfast and we...

Timeline.

Thirteen and half years old me wanted to travel around the world and write. She wanted to be a single mother by the time she was 30, she didn’t care if she ended up being alone. She wanted to fix the climate change. She wanted to stop global warming and prevent the...

What journaling really is.

Journaling is about discipline. You wake up every day and like you exercise, drink water and meditate; you journal. No matter where you are or what you are feeling, you just let it out. Sometimes you fill out pages with rants, other times you make a paragraph about...

From the Airport

Changi Airport in early morning. “All airports are same”, says Shadow, the protagonist of Neil Gaiman’s American Gods, “it doesn’t matter where you are, you’re in an airport, tiles and walkways and restrooms, gates and newsstands and fluorescent lights.” This is...

This is not a goodbye. Not yet.

The first thing I thought of after putting down Thirteen Reasons Why was who would make it to my list. Not that I was suicidal. It wouldn’t even be a suicide note. And the ones who were on the list wouldn’t be the reason for my sadness or whatever you can say...

It’s okay to miss you.

I never thought I would cry about you. I never thought that I would miss you so much that I would break down in the middle of the road. I never thought that unable to hold my tears any longer but not wanting to cause any trouble, I would walk away from everyone else...

Life is chaos.

Bhav‘s A5 Ring Notebook for bullet journal and Planner for logging and tracking while a journal gifted by A. from her trip to Europe for my regular journaling. I thought I was finally fixing my fucked up life. One journal page at a time. One planner entry at a...

Freedom is.

Sometimes freedom is a walk around your neighborhood. It is strolling with your sisters in the muddy streets, it is laughing at private jokes, running away from a café after you’ve spent few minutes taking pictures. It is going to a random shop and bargaining for the...

City, Kathmandu.

I sometimes wonder what a city means. To its people. To outsiders. To itself. What makes a city a city? Is it people and their stories? Or is it the buildings and the business? What becomes a city? How does the landscape change from a laid-back space to heavy traffic...

Journaling Journey: March & April.

  When March arrived, everything fell apart. I got crankier. I felt more restless. Starting March 1st, I wanted to journal but I failed. No matter what I did, I failed to express what I was feeling. For a second, I thought I didn’t know what I was feeling. So I...