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We were at a construction site in the hilly regions of Nepal. The hills were just like any other, swathes of green lush hills as far as the eye could see. They were parallel across each other for miles and miles with traces of small or significant rivers flowing in between them. You’d take a road and it would inevitably lead you down to the rivers and high up again to connecting hills. Our work had begun a few months ago, and we were laying a few miles of asphalt road. If you’ve ever seen a road being built on the hills of Nepal, you’d know that we required a lot of rocks and strong stones. Mining the proper rocks that would qualify was a challenging task, to say the least.Rocks and stones were on our minds for weeks now. Locals and officials required wooing to get the job done, as is the case with any large construction project. We were quartered atop a small hill from which we could see parts of the road we were working on, it was a good vantage point. Across our small hill was a lar

It does get sticky at times. I've wondered for a long time what this may all be about. Well, it's about everything you can think of, and then some. It shouldn't have been my way of life, but within my heart, I can only find faint resistance, which also is always diminishing. I cannot, for the life of me, pinpoint the specific event that turned the tide to bring me up to this point, but I cannot assume any regrets, as my actions were my own, free will or not. The events of a life, written in plain words. I would have, at a young age, laughed at such a notion, but now I know a little more. What can one assume to understand about life when the whole future lies ahead, sneering at the victim who approaches it without fail? I also, at times, think of the things I did—some mentionable, some not. As I grow a little weary and as time brings me to acknowledge it, I pretend to hold an air of importance about myself, but deep within, I know that too is in vain. Such despair and contra

It's been years since I last posted something here, and today I felt like starting again. A few days ago, I lost a grandparent, and I don't recall much from my childhood experiences with her, but almost a month ago, I had visited her, and she recalled some of those memories. She talked about how she held me as a child and took care of me at times. Seeing her lie on the funeral pyre, I couldn't help but think of my own mortality. It may have been selfish on my part, but what can one do at a funeral except let the sadness pour over? There are a lot of things I had set out to accomplish. I'm 28 now, and many might feel that that's no cause for alarm, but as I have aged, there were a few things along the road that I really wanted to accomplish. I wanted to start a business and have a way to at least financially help my family along. I only have 3000 in my bank account, and that's in Nepali rupees. It's not that I didn't earn a good salary at times, but work

  Scattered thoughts - Akash Thapa  Its early morn, you awake,  so begins your bargin with the day,  scattered thoughts be with you from yesterday,  how does re-birth feel, my friend ?  the meters set again,  you wake looking for day of joy ?  something yesterdays sorrow won't destroy !  but you're already trapped in yesterdays ne t  your poor soul will never get to reset,  the sun is already climbing up high,  your sins have been laid out, they're bare and dry as the sun sets in, the day is almost done,  your hopes and dreams, for today, are long gone,  maybe its best to let the day go,  your hopes, like always, rest on tomorrow. 

  I’ve always wondered if mere wanting is enough justification to get something? Or should there be an effort to achieve something of value? This thought I find in many stories, stories of sacrifices in order to achieve something. The greater your sacrifice the greater your achievement or so they say. In real life, however, their degree or equality varies, some sacrifices are too great and some achievements too little. There is a slum near my house and I can hear fighting and fussing constantly. It’s not always clear what the fighting is about but at times it becomes clear as day even during the dark hours. They quarrel for things that I have taken for granted; things like constant running water, electricity, or food that’s not on the table every night.  I then have whole nights to wonder what it is that I have done to be where I am and what have they done to be where they are? Mere luck comes to mind or some may even point to karma. With this also comes a deep sense of gratitude for m

          The mountains have started to show. Their beauty was never lost to me but the seasons have played their part to hide it and hide it well. I’ve longed for these mountains in august rain waiting for September. Though It’s been a long time since I went close to one. However, their magnificence is as white as snow in my memories. The last trek I took was to Annapurna Base Camp. That was almost 2 years ago. I’ll soon be on my way onwards. There are a few ways to do so; we’ll see how that pans out.      Right now sitting on my rooftop on this wonderful September morning, peeking at mountain peaks, I aim for better things to come. Truly how wonderful is it that we can simply sit and pull ourselves up just by breathing and looking around? That to me is one of the many perks of being. Another benefit surely is being able to see these mountains within and without.    

    In the mercy of strangers ( An evening with kale) I wanted to write about these events 3 nights ago, on the night it happened. I and a friend of mine were waiting for a mutual friend to arrive at his house. That night, a stray dog, kale , started making grueling cries outside his home. It was the first time I heard the ominous sound from him and it struck a chord within me.        The story of kale began a few months ago, when he suddenly appeared in our neighborhood, overnight he became the top dog, given his big size. He was twice as big as the dog that previously held the top dog position in our neighborhood. Street goers and other dogs soon got scared of him and with fear came anger and he got the street treatment from other dogs and idiots alike. In a few weeks, he began to show scars over his body from his mistreatment of this new territory.  Although his quiet way at the very beginning was indicative that this was no ordinary stray, it soon became clear kale was abandoned