कहानी फेरि उनको।।।

I usually don't write in Nepali but one of my friend suggested to try something. Below is the piece I came up with. It's again not fictional, and might be connecting dots in anyone's life. (Please ignore the mistakes in Nepali language) CHEERS!!!

बाेल्न त त्यही "hi"बाट सुरु भाको हो ।
उनले नि झट्ट reply दिइन ।
खुसी थिये घेरै पछि कोही राम्रीसगँ बोलियो भनेर ।
सुरुमा मजाक गरेर बोल्थ्ये, उनी पनि त्यसरी नै जवाफ फर्काउथिइन।
थाहा नपाइ दुई दिनको मजाक तिन महिनाको मित्रतामा पुग्यो ।
नजिक उनि भइन जब उनले आफनो सारा past मलाई सुनाइन । मख्ख थिये म उनको दिनैपिछेको कुरा सुनेर ।
सायद स्वर नै मिठो हुन पर्छ उनको कुरामा ध्यान जान्थ्येन । झन उनको स्वरमा गितको त के कुरा गरौ म, त्यस मै मस्त हराउने बानी थ्यो मेरो । 
पहिला त राम्री मात्र लाग्थ्यो पछि माया नि पलाउन थालेको रहेछ ।
आफनो माया आफु सगैँ सँगालेर राखे ।
मायालाई मित्रता माथी कहिल्यै आउन दिईन ।
माया त पलाएकै थियो, मैले उनलाई मेरो गमलामा सारिसकेको थिए। सायद उनको गमलामा मैले ठाउँ पाईन ।
 
For people who didn't get a bit of above in this language, I tried to translate it in English. Above writing isn't that good and the translation might not be that good too. 

It started from the usual "hi".
She replied back quick unlikely other girls.
I was happy to talk with someone beautiful.
Our talks always had shitty jokes and random useless things.
The ice breaking usual "hy" was successful to stretch the conversation to 3 months.
She let me in her space when she shared all of her past to me. I was happy listening to her daily.
Her voice must have been so sweet that I didn't even care sometimes what she was talking about for hours.
The songs in her voice sounded even sweeter as I would lost in it every time she sang for me.
I didn't even know how the feelings grew for her inside my heart.
I kept my feelings within myself.
Never let my feelings overtake our sweet friendship.
The feelings grew enormous inside me. I had already started making a space for her in my heart. I guess the space in her was still not vacant. 

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Your eyes were never congruent with your words,

Your lips were never telling the truth,

Your heart always faked the beats for me,

Yes, you were always lying,

Your hands never mistakenly touched me,

Your ears never tried to listen what I said,

Your legs were always tired to walk,

Yes, you were never comfortable with me,

Your hairs always changed the color like you did,

Your mind always thought of everything except me,

Your soul never wanted mine with it,

Yes, you were always like this,

My eyes always had your image in it,

My lips always called your name,

My heart never beat for anyone else,

Yes, I was always crazy for you,

My hands always wanted to be around you,

My ears always wanted to hear words from you,

My legs wanted to run forever with you,

But no, I never got a chance,

My hairs always wanted to turn white with yours,

My mind was always occupied by you,

My soul had always a place for you,

But you didn’t care about it.

How I helped my ex get a tattoo!!

T1 is the place where I stay, T2 is my hometown and T3 is the place where she was doing her posting.

I still remember her telling me that she couldn’t keep up with our relationship anymore. After all the quarrels and discussions about still being together, she decided to nail a goodbye note on my forehead one early morning. Her message had made me totally numb. I could do nothing but live with the memories of the cold hearted. I hopelessly tried to reach to her in every possible way but she wouldn't receive my phone calls or reply any of my messages, and had blocked me from every social networking sites. As the days passed by, all the memories from our 8 months long relationship were hitting me to the bones. I could still remember how I had proposed her, and the places we had been on our dates, the gifts we had exchanged, our first kiss and the last goodbye she had bidden me.
It was almost a year since the last time I had a real talk with her. A couple of months went quite rough upon me as I kept looking at her pictures, and stalked her on social media. Rest of the months I learned a lot about love and life, and kept moving on. Suddenly one day on her birthday, I texted her 'Happy Birthday' on the 4th of November just to remind her that I once existed for her but I don't think she gave a rat's ass about me. She just replied 'Thank You' with a smiley. I was continuously gazing over my phone screen if she would text me further but my wait wasn't worth a reply. The next day I started a casual conversation with her hoping that she would start talking to me again, but that didn't happen. Every single time chatting with her was like getting answers to the questions I had asked her. One day I asked her why she had blocked me on Facebook. (I couldn't say that I would just love seeing her photographs if she just were a friend on Facebook.) On the very day, she unblocked me from her profile. I was like so happy and started making stories of my own. I thought she unblocking me might mean that she was single then or might still want me or might be regretting to have lost me. All of them died inside my stupid mind at the moment I saw her boyfriend's comment on her pictures. I wasn’t sure if I should block her again. And from then, days went by looking at her profile and liking her activities on Facebook. Half a year had passed doing all of them, and the remaining half was quite comfortable without any stalking and old bittersweet memories.

 
As I was already back on track in my life, my vacation again brought her in front of me. I was having a 43 days’ vacation after sophomore year at the University. There was a late plan to chill out with buddies so I traveled back home (T2) to spend some time with my family and get into the family business. Dad always encouraged me to get my hands into business as he says, ‘Business is the ultimate future'. Sitting at the office wasn't the fun that I had in my mind. Half of my day would pass with cellphone on my hand and the remaining half seemed like years to pass. One day as I was scrolling through my Facebook, I saw her friend’s post attending a marriage ceremony around my hometown. The post was a week old, so I decided to text her. She was earlier in T2 but then in T3 for two months. Our conversations would be really short as we both were feeling awkward to talk after so long. As time passed by, we started talking more. I called her once or twice and she did too. I was already falling for her again but I knew she was not thinking about "we" this time. However, one day I asked about her relationship status, and knowing that she was single made me a happy child. We would never bring up our past much in between the talks.
(One day)

Me: Hey
She: How are you doing?
Me: Fine, what about you?
She: I am fine too.
She: Heard you got a tattoo.
Me: Yeah.
She: You never told me, let me have a look.
Me: (sent her a picture) Incomplete tho.
She: Wow that's nice.
Me: I thought you wanted to get inked too.
She: Yes, where did you get yours?
Me: In T1 itself, I could take you. (With a hope to meet her)
She: Sure when I finish my posting here in T3.
(I looked at that message a hundred times, pinched myself and did everything to make that sure I wasn't dreaming.)
Me: Okay
We kept on talking daily. I asked her to visit T2 on weekends but she couldn't because of her busy schedule. I could not also travel all the way to T3 without making a proper excuse to my parents. So, I waited for two long months to pass as quickly as it can. 

 
She finally came back to T1 after finishing her posting and texted me. We met the next day, and I had already started to fall in love with her again. She looked more beautiful than before. The day just went normal. Later that day, she asked me to get an appointment for her at the ink shop. I called the place where I had got inked before and reserved a date for her first tattoo. After two days, I picked her from her hostel and took her to get inked. I was very happy that I was spending time with her. I didn't even know what she was going to put on her skin until we met in the tattoo shop. It was an infinity sign with Dad and Mom written with it. As she finished the process and came out of the tattoo room, she showed me her hand with the tattoo. She was so happy. She ran towards me. I could feel my heart beating faster as she came nearer with time. She gave me a hug and kissed my cheek. It all happened within a fraction of time and she got no reaction from me. I was standing in front of her like a statue, and she was happy looking at her fresh tattoo.

 
As I approached towards her to give a kiss on her lips, the background turned quite blurry and everything started to fall apart. I realized that she wasn't there at all in front of me. I touched my cheek and tried to feel the remains of her kiss. There she was standing at a distance from me, showing me her tattoo. I smiled at her keeping my hand at that very cheek. I felt so stupid at that time to have dreamt such a wonderful and an unattainable moment.

Dear you...

She was a normal girl who always kept lost within herself. She never disclosed her wonders with him. He was always curious about her and wanted to pull her out of what she was in. He kept on asking her what she was lost into, but she never let him know about her wonders. He could do nothing but share few lines to cheer up her. When she heard these lines from him she was so relieved. However, she didn't tell him what she had been into but she started to love him more than that of before.

She was lost in something she didn't know,
It ate her all out and now she is no more,
Some part of her still thinks about what she came across,
Had she let that feeling go her life wouldn't have been such rush,
So dear you, please don't be her,
Let go that feeling far and very far.

Life of a prostitute..

Some people prefer calling her an entertainer,

Some rather prefer calling her as a means for pleasure,

They stare at her parts not her beauty,

The look at her body not her story,

She wakes up all the morning to get touched,

She dresses everyday exotic to get all her body smutched,

All you ever want to do is snatch her body part,

All you never want to do is read her soul and heart,

You take her granted just for sex,

You don't think her like you but just an object,

You don't how many time she has been forced for pleasure,

You can’t even imagine her pain to measure,

She is not a prostitute by her own,

She never wants all of her body to be shown,

That last time I met one she had a nice story,

Many visited her but there was no one to worry,

She opened all of her clothes in front of me,

There I did something that wasn't meant to be,

I covered up her body and started listening to her,

She kept telling all her stories in a burr,

She told me her body was sold for some green papers,

From then her eyes saw every man as a rapers,

At last when I was leaving she asked me why I aren’t here for her body,

I told her that I was there for the body but rather pulled by her story,

She cried when I kept my hands on her shoulder,

I asked her to live up to the world and become bolder,

She was always afraid to show herself to the world,

Because the society booed her and had her image curled,

She said to show up to the world why would there be anxiety,

You are the one to accept me but will the society?

 

A Lazy Project

July had just arrived and I and my friends were being lazy about the due report of SPSS. A day before we were busy dumping the work on each others head but the next day we were rushing to beat the past deadline. We always had the habit of testing our skills at the last hour. But this time, it was already past the given date and half of our group didn't have any clue about the work. On the last day of June 4 of us decided to gather in the college to complete our project and dare it to submit to the faculty.

July 1^st started with a continuous rain without any sign of stoppage. Half of us were already deciding to quit the task and calculating the percentage that it would effect on our grades. If we didn't submit that we would be the only group to go against the odds. The rain was involuntarily pulling off our interest from the due assignment. We were just pushing the time to meet up for the project just because the rain was not stopping and our interest on that project was also decreasing. Time was passing and the rain was not going to stop. We were still in our place waiting for the rain to stop and do the formality of assignment. At a moment the rain seemed to be light and I urged my friends to meet up for the completion of the project. I took my bag and rushed wearing a raincoat. My friend picked me up on the way and we all met at the college, all kissed by rain. Without wasting any time, we went to the computer lab and started diving the project. One of our friend luckily had the copies of the report of one of the other groups. Four of us quickly paraphrased our parts. However it took a bit more time than we thought. Copying from others work seemed to be really difficult than doing it by ourselves, but what can one do when he has no other alternatives. We worked for a couple of hour to finish our work and I merged everyone's hard work in to single report. We had a final look at the work before the submission and gave a touch to make it appealing. We even added a "Letter of Appreciation" to persuade our faculty as an excuse for late submission and a perfect 100% marks. We rushed towards the stationary and printed a copy of the report and went towards the faculty's office. We were surprised to see how easily our faculty accepted our report. We didn't get to explain our ready-made excuses for the late submission.

The rain had finally decreased to what we could now resist. We were ready to move toward our place and everyone didn't want to leave for home that soon. I had my Shisha on my bag and everyone agreed going Bhaisepati. We wasted no time and moved for Bhainsepati. Bhainsepati is like a countryside away from the valley and a good place to hangout. We reached the place in about 15 minutes on bike. I was on the back seat of my friend's motorbike and could feel the droplets of rain on my face. The road was all wet because of long rain. As soon as we reached the place I took off my glasses to clear off the rain drops on it. And that is when I took that beautiful picture. Four of us reached the place and ordered the food as rats were increasing their speed on our stomach. I took out the Shisha bag and started preparing one. The weather was cool and we were smoking the mint flavor Sisha. We always took our own Shisha for a long travel considering its availability and price. We asked the waiter to bring our foods with ease to enjoy the smoke of Shisha more. We kept on smoking, charcoals were changed, flavors were added and smokes were made. We discussed about girls, our lives and about our semester-break vacation plans. We stayed at that place for nearly 3 hours. And after everyone had enough of the place and the Shisha we decided to leave the place and returned back. .

A week or two after the submission of the project, we had to meet our faculty for our internal grades. Unfortunately he wasn't available, but we saw some project papers lying outside his office. Those papers were already marked therefore we picked them up and started to look at others mark. My eyes went towards a nicely designed report paper. That front page had good calligraphy and the content was also okay I guess. We were scared that we would score less too. All of us started searching for our assignment and expecting an average marks. When three of us were scared as hell about our grade, the fourth one gave us a sly look. He had our report on his hand and our very 100% marks too.  

LIFE & FRUSTRATIONS

What is so fun in life to live?

Life has locked all the fun in childhood.

What is so new in life to live?

Life is what you have lived yesterday.

What is so fascinating in life to live?

Life doesn't fascinate as it used to.

What is so motivating in life to live?

Life's motivations have been turned down by distractions.

What is so romantic in life to live?

Life's romance has been squeezed out all by lust.

What is so interesting in life to live?

Life's interest has been pulled out all by failures.

What is so amazing in life to live?

Life's amusement has been pulled out all by stress.

What is so realistic in life to live?

Life is itself full of drama.