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From James Baldwin's "Stranger in a Village" ; "People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster." As the story goes, I understand it is about a clash of cultures, a clash that probably let those cultures meet; the black and the white one, American-made. I see those ideas that underlie there everywhere around me as well, maybe in different terms. I do not understand my own culture deep enough to talk about it, but I do feel there is a necessity of un-reality that surrounds it. By un-reality, I mean a way of seeing things that are a tad different than the way things actually are. Nepalis are an optimistic bunch; most of us believe fate will play its role and good will come out of everything—a far stretch from the reality that we live in. We're not chained down or enslaved physically but mentally. I feel the uneas...

 Marriages, the ones that are fixed in Nepal. Well, they're different I and a woman I haven't met before are to see if things can work out for us. Atleast that's how arrange marriages go about. I'm thinking the same for myself as well. In fact dad has a idea in his mind. Lets see how things work out, I'm also looking to find a partner and what better way than for my family to select who they may like. You gotta give shout out to the people that love you all the way, even at times when you necessarily don't love yourself. I guess that's how I can take a measure of sorts, so I want to meet her, the one my pops thinks is good for me. If things work out, she'll be the reason for all my being. And I know I will give it all I can. I don't have a exact criteria to as who shall be chosen or who shall choose me, but if we both can work things out, We might just make it happily over the river, that's life.  

Work has been going well. I’ve had the chance to meet some truly interesting people—new faces in unfamiliar places. One colleague, in particular, surprised me. Her calm demeanor at work always gave the impression of someone who preferred the quiet comfort of idleness. But yesterday, I caught a glimpse of something entirely different. Beneath that composed surface lies a fierce personality—a spirit both adventurous and poetic. I hadn’t seen that side of her before. She always seemed steady, almost detached, but now I see a depth forged by resilience. Her strength is palpable, the kind born from enduring life’s trials, though she carries it with an effortless grace. What more could be said about a poet that the world hasn’t already tried to express? Yet, I’m reminded that appearances are often deceiving; what we see is rarely the whole story. It’s heartening to know someone so creative and layered is part of our team. In her, there’s inspiration—a quiet reminder that there’s always more ...