picture this II

soap in a row

@ a tea shop in dolalghat!

balancing act!

outside home

picture this

White flower:

@dhulikhel, 2010

Boy splashing water

on way to the last resort, 2011

twitter this

i opened a twitter account today. it's so awkward though, maybe because i am not used to it. i am so used to seeing familiar faces on fb, it just baffled me at first. then i search for people i knew, friends, family - there were none.

i then went for celebs - from bollywood and hollywood and then to familiar categories, my favorite writers, then nepal...it leads you to more sites. i never knew manjushree thapa had a separate site in her name, its boring though - not much information except a review on her books which i can get anywhere. And her FAQs aren't that friendly either. well, she is the reserved kine. as long as her literature enriches us, no complaints madam.

just blank

blank.

sometimes the mind is blank. not just when you try to scribble something but when you try to even think something, it is preoccupied with just one thing that is most important in your life and nothing else matters.

i have been home, resting for a week now. and it seems fine. nothing else matters. on the first day i had to rest, i was deep shit worried about office, so much work, so few people to handle, one of my other colleagues is on bed rest too. I felt guilty, bad, twisted, difficult. But now i feel fine. Life will go on, but nothing's as important as health, nobody will give it back to you - not your mom, not your husband, not your dad, not your mother-in-law. This is one thing that totally belongs to you and if you don't take care of yourself, no one else will, because they don't know how you feel - your health. I think i have learnt it the hard way, shouldn't have been that difficult, but the simplest facts are the toughest to penetrate sometimes.

i have been doing the most cherished thing lying on bed these last few days - reading.

pathetic coffee

Its exactly 10 mins before the net goes down...the load shedding starts and it's not powered here, where i am.

Well, i am not in for pathetic coffees anymore either. We try to get in the best that's around, grind them and brew them, tea is brewed, coffee is what? filtered?

Anyways, i am just through with one of the finest literature i have come across in these years - The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood. It is one of the smooth writings i have read in a long long while, it reminded me of Dostoevsky. Atwood is simply amazing, and i am definitely digging out more of her from the library.

The starting sentence of the novel is "Ten days after the war ended, my sister Laura drove a car off a bridge." and you can't put the book down then after....