Hi, I have been pursuing a missing soul of mine for the last thirteen years and finally found her in Sajha after an exhausting and gruesome journey of thousands of miles and hundred thousands of hours. Unfortunately, she seems to have lost her memory. All of my efforts to bring the cognizance of our pure and pellucid love back into her mind have so far been sterile. But how could I concede to forfeit my soul. And here I hope I have the magic wand to resuscitate her. I believe this flashback of many long years ago will eventually revive her into who she really is.
Sweetheart, Just try to remember that eventful spring day when you promised with your hand in my heart that we will live together and perish together. Close your eyes and aspire to listen to the very truth of both of our life.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The atmosphere was grey. Thunders were roaring above. Flashes of lightening lit the skyline time and again. The whizzing sound of trees blown by the terrific wind echoed the climax of ghost movies. I was frightened but she was clearly trembling with fear. She threw herself on me and I held her in my arms for a while. We both cling to each other tenaciously so that the ghastly wind would not rip us apart. We were left marooned literally on a desert in the sandstorm. So we did our best to protect ourselves from the nasty weather. After a while there was a lull in the spring storm. We hurried ourselves past the trees across the trail to a temple. The temple was just in the edge of the jungle and we were not too far away from there when the weather changed its face. As we reached the temple, rain poured down heavily. But we were safely through to a shelter where there was enough space for us to be covered from the torrential rain. The temple was not too big but it was recently built. It was ?geru? painted (geru = red clay used for painting homes in the villages) with broad white ?Kamero? washed stripes. There were some pale red smears in the wall, which were bloodstains of animals sacrificed a week ago in Dashain.

That morning was however bright and we had met each other after a while. I was back home for Dashain leave from Kathmandu where I was a new college student. In fact, she was two batches junior to me and was studying in the same school as I did. There were few days left for us to be together before my leave would finish. So that day was all set for us. And the woods past the meadow couple of miles away from my home were the perfect place for us to revamp our emotions. Thus we were there, where no one except the chirping birds would see us stirring our cup of love without any fear. A place of solitude, where only two souls with a single faith called love could meet and do what they wanted. But ours was an unblemished love that grew with our growth, so there was no question of any lust and desires rushing over our vein. And we were just too immature to think anything beyond our childhood love that meant sharing our trust and dream to one another.

We sat beside each other in the shade of a Jamun (cherry-like fruit) tree, surrounded by some shrubs. We were afraid to be spotted by some one who knew us. So, we couldn?t dare to sit in an open place although there was nothing to hide. She sat beside me and leaned on my side as we talked. She went on asking mouthful of questions about Kathmandu and my college and my new friends and many things. I replied every question as well as I could. She said she aimed to be a doctor and I said medicine was not my cup of tea.
??Hey, why don?t you want to be a doctor? I want both of us to be doctors. Logne swasni nai doctor (couples being doctors) he he he.??
See, I don?t want to be a doctor and I can?t be a doctor.
Huh. Don?t want to be a doctor? Why? You don?t want to get married with me?
Than her face turned red, as if she felt offended for embarrassing me. I smiled and she smiled back at me. She glared at my eyes with her bigger ones and went- ?I don?t care what you become but you are mine. Sabin is mine even if he becomes a khalasi he he he.?
She always exceeded me in everything, even while talking to each other. I could hardly reply and she would come up with another bizarre idea. But that day, she had the same thing in mind-doctor.

The sunlight was slowly fading and the dark clouds were gathering momentum above us in the sky. I thought we should leave now for home but she insisted me to stay longer.

?Sabin you have got to become a doctor. You have the potential to be a doctor. And I want to be a doctor as well. That?s my dream for you and me.?
?Oh come on Sabi. To become a doctor is not a joke. You can aim of it, you can dream but that?s a daunting task.?
Well, you give up coward. But I don?t. I will be a doctor and I will marry you even if you can?t fulfil my aspirations. Mind you, but I love you darling and you must be a doctor. That?s it?
I laughed at her persistence. She stared at me disapprovingly.
Then she stood up, knelt on my side and kissed on my forehead. She used to be expressive verbally and emotionally but I never reciprocated. I was a shy creature but that day she asked for a kiss and I unwontedly paid her back. A sweet, delicious taste of her lips vibrated with mine, and I felt strange. It was a first ever experience for me and for her as well. I could be assertive for her because I never found her with other boys than me.
We were engrossed deeply in our conversation. Then, there was that strong wind blowing all around us. Birds flew back to the trees and the roaring sound of the pre-summer gale (chaite hure) disturbed the serenity of our place. I looked around and found darkness surrounding us in the edge of the woods. Then we had to rush towards the temple.


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Hatterika k k lekhiechha k k. Shall I continue my write up friends? It?s up to you.

Really got bored at work so i was digging up sajha... found this thread and seriously Mr.Newuser, i thought you were just interested in politics and stuff like that but after reading ur piece .. all i could say is WOW!! nice job... malai hajur ko story mann paryo hai... kripaya yeslai agi badhaunu hola.. ..
"We sat beside each other in the shade of a Jamun (cherry-like fruit) tree, surrounded by some shrubs"... how romantic..
sabai ko life stories padhera ta malai pani lekhu lekhu lagyo...hoss bhai halyo... i m not a good writer as nirman, ruina, rythm n now newuser... k saro competition ho!! babaa sakkinna!!

Lastly, enough of my B.S. really waiting for u to continue ur story !!!

Hi friends, back again with the second part of my series. Had lots of things in mind the previous days, so took quiet a long time for the second one. I hope I can at least post one every week. And it's getting difficult to bind memories and imaginations together but I will try my best to complete what I have started.

Thanks everybody for reading. And Manbji, I don't know which notebook you are talking about. Love Fiction is usually based on nature and therefore I set up the scenes of stormy weather near the jungle for my story. And my home is really near the woods.

' We were engrossed deeply in our conversation. Then, there was that strong wind blowing all around us. Birds flew back to the trees and the roaring sound of the pre-summer gale (chaite hure) disturbed the serenity of our place. I looked around and found darkness surrounding us in the edge of the woods. Then we had to rush towards the temple. '


Now, contd. from above:


The thunders stopped roaring but the rain was gushing more heavily. I tacitly thanked Durga maa (goddess of power) for dwelling nearby the woods so that we could take asylum on her sanctuary. From a small window, I could see her inside riding on a dummy Lion (when I saw the statue of Durga maa, I always used to think that the beast is a dummy but the goddess is real) with sword and other munitions in her eight hands. I gazed at Durga maa and started thinking about how she chopped the head off of Sumbha and Nisumbha (demons in Hindu myths). I was like imagining the scenes of the battleground and lost in my thoughts before I felt some prickly pain in my head.
? Leave it, let me see the goddess ? she pulled my hair, as the silence was broken.
? And do you have to pull my hairs? ? I frowned back and gripped some strands of her hairs.
Her hairs were charming-long, black and really beautiful. Mine is still a cowlick, which never rests in shape.
? Leave my hairs. And you think you have the right to pray her alone? Get back; it?s my turn now. ? She was adamant and I moved ahead to make room for her and leaned myself against the wall.

As the wind was still blowing, now rather calmly then before the downpour, water was dripping on the porch. I tried to collect some drizzle in my right hand. I saw her peeping from the window without noticing what I was doing. So I took some water and poured a drop of it on her ear silently.
?Aathoo? she reacted and I giggled. ?Kaam nalaagne manche? (worthless man!)
I laughed again.
The rain was so heavy that the drizzle swept by the wind threatened to wet our cloths. There were block of pillars supporting the temple from the four corners of it. I went towards one of it and found the floor dry in between the pillar and the wall. I sat down there and suggested her to go by the other pillar. She sat on to the one next to me and I saw her cascading hairs kissing the pillar.
? Afno sampatti lai jogaune ni ? (Protect your hair) I shouted at her loudly so that she could hear me. She was saying something back but her voice fainted in the sound of the heavy rain. I kept on looking her. That day my little Sabi was clad in a parakeet coloured Kurtha Surwal that perfectly matched her beauty. Her face was fairly white, smooth in a good shape and I thought perhaps it was painted by the nature?s hand; and the teeth milky white and perfectly arranged. Her nose was slightly larger than average but her eyes were marvellous. I can?t describe the beauty of those pair of pearls in words but they hypnotised me every time I could catch a glimpse of them. She stared at me with a strange expression as if she disliked me for looking at her that long. And turned her face in the other direction. She rested her head on the wall and stretched herself to lie down. I turned the other way round similarly and closed my eyes.

* * * * * * *

?Ting, ting, ting, ting?
The sound of the bells awakened me. I abruptly stood up and found that the priest had come to the temple for the evening prayers. I went to her and she was still in her sleep.
?Sabi wake up? I shook her head up and she lazily opened her eyes.
?Oh ho Sajh po parechha? (oh it?s evening) She said, rubbing her eyes.
?Yes, it?s evening. Now let?s go home.?

The door of the temple was open and the priest was reciting ?Sarbagate Devi Narayani Namastute?. (Mantras from Saptasati ? a religious book).
Dashain was over already but the priest was offered a permanent role in a salary basis so that the new temple could be maintained throughout the years. He would do his duties every morning and evening and be paid a thousand rupees monthly in return. The gifts offered to the temple belonged to him as well. To be fair, I didn?t know him in person and so did he. We called, ?punditji? from outside the door and he asked us to get inside for tika. First, he put the tika on her forehead and gave a rupee coin and then it was my turn. He glanced at me expecting something. I looked to find some money in my pocket but there was nothing at all. She handed me the same coin quietly from the side and I gave it to him. He threw a weary smile and put the money in one of the puja-thalis. (plate). Surprisingly, he didn?t offer us any fruits and carried on with his recitals. We bowed down to the goddess and came out of the temple. I could not remember when the rain had stopped. The moon was emitting faint white light from far off in the sky. The rain in the afternoon had cleared the clouds and added brightness in the spring evening sky.

The way from the temple to the village was gravelled after it was built but the rain had washed some mud from the edge and carried it on the way. She caught one of my hands and we were carefully strolling back towards our home. It took us a quarter of an hour to reach at the junction where two more roads leading to our homes separated. There were lights from this road onwards on both directions. Children were playing and screaming in the roadside and some of them had their moms pulling their cloths and arms to get them back home. One was crying to his mother to let him play for some more time. The mother would not hear his plea.
We said goodbye to each other and separated from there. I looked back to see Sabi. She was walking back steadfastly towards her home. Probably she was thinking about her school?s home works for tomorrow. I turned back and my eyes meet with the moon in the sky that was brighter then before. One moon was going away from me but I got the company of another moon. I was very pleased with myself and started humming the classic by Bachhu Kailash-
Jeneli Raat ma Dil Kholi Dohori gauna mann lagyo
Yo thau ma namarne pirati gasna mann lagyo.
By the time, I reached my home I had sang that song as many as six times. I knew all the words.

To be contd.

Note: pls read ? as inverted commas. I dont know whats wrong with my keybord.

Nice going newused jeee. Kata kata hindi movie ko jasto po bhaako ho ki.....................
K garne aafu lekhne hoina, aru ko comment matra garne ta ho ni...................one does what ever he/she is good at re kya.
someone said this, not me

Keep it coming dude.

Harke bro le kun film ma dekhnu bho kunni. Bholi parsi sangai hamra ghar ma jaula ani ma tapailai katha ma bhko thau jati sabai sayer garaula mero story ko 'sabi' lai liera. Aba ta bhayo?

Newuser jee, risani maaf hoos. maile bhanna khojeko chai, "kasto jhandai hindi movie ko jastai bhako bhanne ho kya" yeshlai annyatha nasochiyos.

Kahile kahi real life ma pani testai huncha kya. I mean, hindi movie ma pani real life jastai huncha (maathi ulto parecha kya ;0) heheheheh......................... lol)

Maile hajur ko story lai believe nagareko hoina ni, malai thaau dekhauna laana lai, tara pani kosaile ghumna jaam bhanda naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai pani kina bhani haalnu, hoina ra ?

Huncha ni ta jaamla ni kunai din, baru kahile jaane program banaune ? Ma chai aajkal ali busy chu kya. Sajha ma reply garda garda, ni.

Aba katha ko "sabi" lai pani laane bhane pachi ta, naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai bhanne kurai bhayena ni, jhan.

Sorry if my comment did hurt u, dude.

Chill out

Dhanyabad harka bahadur ji.
Tapai ta bhayanak samalochak raichha. MAANE yar.

Tara mero 'Sabi' lai bihe garepacchi, bhoj khana bolaune ho k tapailai. tei bela ma tyo mandir, tyo bann dekhai diula bhaneko. Baru ma duita card pathaidimla, tapai kunai euti lai liera aaune bhe hunchha.

hatterika. esari harek kurako jawaf dera basna sakinchha. la ma gaye. Malai feri bityash naparnu hola ni.

' We were engrossed deeply in our conversation. Then, there was that strong wind blowing all around us. Birds flew back to the trees and the roaring sound of the pre-summer gale (chaite hure) disturbed the serenity of our place. I looked around and found darkness surrounding us in the edge of the woods. Then we had to rush towards the temple. '


Now, contd. from above:


The thunders stopped roaring but the rain was gushing more heavily. I tacitly thanked Durga maa (goddess of power) for dwelling nearby the woods so that we could take asylum on her sanctuary. From a small window, I could see her inside riding on a dummy Lion (when I saw the statue of Durga maa, I always used to think that the beast is a dummy but the goddess is real) with sword and other munitions in her eight hands. I gazed at Durga maa and started thinking about how she chopped the head off of Sumbha and Nisumbha (demons in Hindu myths). I was like imagining the scenes of the battleground and lost in my thoughts before I felt some prickly pain in my head.
'Leave it, let me see the goddess ' she pulled my hair, as the silence was broken.
'And do you have to pull my hairs' I frowned back and gripped some strands of her hairs.
Her hairs were charming-long, black and really beautiful. Mine is still a cowlick, which never rests in shape.
? Leave my hairs. And you think you have the right to pray her alone? Get back; it?s my turn now. ? She was adamant and I moved ahead to make room for her and leaned myself against the wall.

As the wind was still blowing, now rather calmly then before the downpour, water was dripping on the porch. I tried to collect some drizzle in my right hand. I saw her peeping from the window without noticing what I was doing. So I took some water and poured a drop of it on her ear silently.
'Aathoo' she reacted and I giggled. 'Kaam nalaagne manche' (worthless man!)
I laughed again.
The rain was so heavy that the drizzle swept by the wind threatened to wet our cloths. There were block of pillars supporting the temple from the four corners of it. I went towards one of it and found the floor dry in between the pillar and the wall. I sat down there and suggested her to go by the other pillar. She sat on to the one next to me and I saw her cascading hairs kissing the pillar.
'Afno sampatti lai jogaune ni ' (Protect your hair) I shouted at her loudly so that she could hear me. She was saying something back but her voice fainted in the sound of the heavy rain. I kept on looking her. That day my little Sabi was clad in a parakeet coloured Kurtha Surwal that perfectly matched her beauty. Her face was fairly white, smooth in a good shape and I thought perhaps it was painted by the nature?s hand; and the teeth milky white and perfectly arranged. Her nose was slightly larger than average but her eyes were marvellous. I can?t describe the beauty of those pair of pearls in words but they hypnotised me every time I could catch a glimpse of them. She stared at me with a strange expression as if she disliked me for looking at her that long. And turned her face in the other direction. She rested her head on the wall and stretched herself to lie down. I turned the other way round similarly and closed my eyes.

* * * * * * *

'Ting, ting, ting, ting'
The sound of the bells awakened me. I abruptly stood up and found that the priest had come to the temple for the evening prayers. I went to her and she was still in her sleep.
'Sabi wake up' I shook her head up and she lazily opened her eyes.
'Oh ho Sajh po parechha' (oh it's evening) She said, rubbing her eyes.
'Yes, it's evening. Now let's go home'.

The door of the temple was open and the priest was reciting 'Sarbagate Devi Narayani Namastute'. (Mantras from Saptasati, a religious book).
Dashain was over already but the priest was offered a permanent role in a salary basis so that the new temple could be maintained throughout the years. He would do his duties every morning and evening and be paid a thousand rupees monthly in return. The gifts offered to the temple belonged to him as well. To be fair, I didn?t know him in person and so did he. We called, 'punditji' from outside the door and he asked us to get inside for tika. First, he put the tika on her forehead and gave a rupee coin and then it was my turn. He glanced at me expecting something. I looked to find some money in my pocket but there was nothing at all. She handed me the same coin quietly from the side and I gave it to him. He threw a weary smile and put the money in one of the puja-thalis. (plate). Surprisingly, he didn?t offer us any fruits and carried on with his recitals. We bowed down to the goddess and came out of the temple. I could not remember when the rain had stopped. The moon was emitting faint white light from far off in the sky. The rain in the afternoon had cleared the clouds and added brightness in the spring evening sky.

The way from the temple to the village was gravelled after it was built but the rain had washed some mud from the edge and carried it on the way. She caught one of my hands and we were carefully strolling back towards our home. It took us a quarter of an hour to reach at the junction where two more roads leading to our homes separated. There were lights from this road onwards on both directions. Children were playing and screaming in the roadside and some of them had their moms pulling their cloths and arms to get them back home. One was crying to his mother to let him play for some more time. The mother would not hear his plea.
We said goodbye to each other and separated from there. I looked back to see Sabi. She was walking back steadfastly towards her home. Probably she was thinking about her school?s home works for tomorrow. I turned back and my eyes meet with the moon in the sky that was brighter then before. One moon was going away from me but I got the company of another moon. I was very pleased with myself and started humming the classic by Bachhu Kailash-
Jeneli Raat ma Dil Kholi Dohori gauna mann lagyo
Yo thau ma namarne pirati gasna mann lagyo.
By the time, I reached my home I had sang that song as many as six times. I knew all the words.

To be contd.

HUh????
was that a mistake??? did u post the same part twice???khai k bhako?

Hatterika Rewind bhechha yar. Sorry dreamz 05.

Hehe... love story lekhda lekhdai carried away bhayo ki kya ho huh??? mann pani rewind bhayera tyehi mandir tira gayo jasto cha ni...hehe :-)

There is a movie called 'Notebook' based on the story of Nicholas Sparks and the story is similar to some extent.

but then no doubt about your originality and natural flow.

keep up

How could I have missed this part.. man....

New user ji, the way you described sabi's beauty was wonderful. The words you used were so expressive.. your words expressed the feelings you had in your heart. Seriously.. when I was reading the words you had written to describe her beauty, her complexion.. her eyes.. I was completely mesmerized. I could picture her in my head. I am glad that you decided to use your words and deliver this story to us.

Words are the only means through which a person can express what is buried deep within him/her and you have used your words beautifully to do so. A great applause from my side. Do not stop writing like some of the brilliant writers in sajha do. That would be tragic. Waiting for more..:)

newuser jii...
raamro bhhachh keep it up

keep it coming! :)

'I was very pleased with myself and started humming the classic by Bachhu Kailash-
Jeneli Raat ma Dil Kholi Dohori gauna mann lagyo
Yo thau ma namarne pirati gasna mann lagyo.
By the time, I reached my home I had sang that song as many as six times. I knew all the words. '


Now contd. from above:


Dashain holidays ended without another meeting with Sabi. I was busy seeing my Kin in the villages and she was probably engaged on her studies. She used to come to my home frequently when I was still at school. But she stopped after she and my brother had an infantile argument in their class one time. (They were classmates). One of her brother-in-laws by a far relation had died in a road accident and she was describing the incident with her group of friends on that day. My brother reportedly intruded in the middle of the conversation and without knowing what was going on, he poked at her saying that the earth was lighter after a man ceased. She was furious and immediately responded that it would be even lighter if Sajal died. And that was enough for the two to start a vehement altercation. The quarrel ended with exchange of bitter words that included warnings about not coming to one another?s home again. They had a stiff competition in class about standing first and every now and then a sort of na?ve hostility erupted between them. Most of the times, it was Sabi who came up with flying colours. Later some days, they both apologised to each other and came to terms but would not venture to step into another?s doors first. Egos mattered.

The next day my practical classes would start so I had to leave my home with a heavy heart. My mum woke up early in the morning and so did I. She cooked some rice in ghee and bhatta ko jhol and mulako chatni (parsnips pickle) while I took bath in the warm hand - pump water. From tomorrow, I would have to shower on the chilling water of winter Kathmandu.
My stuffs were already packed but mum insisted to put some dried vegetables and snacks in my bag and it became a donkey?s load. My brother helped me to carry it to the road. My dad handed me five one thousand rupees notes and some smaller changes. That was my money for the next two months in Kathmandu. Then there was my mum swiftly coming towards me with few green and white notes wrapped in her small hand.
? Put these with you and buy fruits for yourself?, she said with a broken tone.
?Hya aama pairdaina k? (leave it mom, I don?t need it.)
?Raakh na raakh, aamale deko khurukka? (just put it what mom?s giving)
?maamu malai dinus, tellai badhi hunchha re? (mum, give it to me he will have lot for him otherwise), my brother hit back with his customary flap.
?chup laag? (shut up) said my mum at him and pushed the money in my pocket. ?Dukha nakatnu? (Don?t take troubles)
She looked like she was going to cry. Mother?s love it was, I got awestruck.

After a while a jeep came and my dad signalled it to stop. It was packed with men and women and children and there was very little space to put your feet on. The helper lifted my bag and I climbed on the rear of the jeep and managed to hang myself on one of the bars above my head. I looked behind and my mom was waiving her hand. I couldn?t waive her back because there was no space but I kept on looking behind until she was out of my sight.


---contd. to the next posting.

After the jeep reached Butwal, I boarded on my bus to Kathmandu. Through the jungles of the tarai, the Bus speeded towards its destination. I could realise the bus stopping at some places to pick passengers but I was on my own world of thoughts as soon as I took my seat. Sabi was there in my mind and I was lost on my own imaginations about her. I could remember when I first saw her at school. When we learned to dance together for our school anniversary concert in ?Dherai choti aankha judhyo tara timi bolinau; haashu kasari , maya bolu kasari? song. When we both won the poetry recitation competitions on our respective levels. When we ascended together up to the library on the hillock to represent in the inter-school quiz competition and bagged first prize for our school. That was quite a tough competition till the end. When I was about to give a wrong answer to the decisive question, she flexed her tiny hand to shut my mouth and gave the right answer to win the trophy and the whole school gave us such a warm reception that day.

Most of the days, we used to meet each other while heading towards school. I didn?t like carrying umbrella during rainy season and she would share hers with me whenever it rained. Her classes used to finish an hour earlier than mine and she used to wait so that we could return home together. Sometimes, even my brother used to leave me but she seldom did that.

?O bhai ticket herau ta? A husky voice interrupted me. Here was the collector asking me for my bus tickets. I didn?t even know that a lady looking a bit older than me was already sitting by my side. I was a bit weird and looked at her strangely.
?Dai Kathmandu Jaane ho?? (Are you going to Kathmandu?) She wanted to talk to me but I was uninterested. I nodded my head in reply and looked through the window to find where we reached. The bus was gearing up past the steep bands of Daunne leaving behind the withered tropical trees on the mountainside. I tried to rest myself on the folding seat and closed my eyes again.
* * *
A confusing kind of noise made me wake up. Lo, the Bus was already in Naubishe. I wanted to buy groundnuts in Narayangharh, see the meeting point of Marshyangdi and Trishuli and capture a picturesque of the waterfall by the side of the mountain cliff that swirled down to the Trishuli before Mugling. My plans to see the beautiful landscape by the side of the highway were all elapsed. The day once again belonged to my dreams with my girl.
I came to know from the lady by my side that the Bus got it?s tyre punctured there and they were repairing it now.
I got off from the bus and walked towards one of the roadside restaurants to buy some drinks for me. I asked for a Frooty (mango Fruity- fresh n juicy, I still remember that funny add. he he) and the Sahuni asked me if I was interested at the grilled fishes that were hanging above her oven. It was quite hot inside the bus and I didn?t feel like buying those things. ? Trishuli ko machha ho bhai? (these fishes are from the Trishuli river) she tried to convince me but I wouldn?t consider her offer.
I went back to my bus and very soon, they said that the problem was fixed and that the bus would not stop anywhere before Thankot. Relieved to know that, I looked the time and it was already five o?clock. I thought, I could be at my room before seven in the evening and prayed my lord to spare my bus from any problems till we reached Kathmandu.
Sabi appeared and disappeared in front of my eyes again and again until finally our bus entered through the narrow opening by the side of the Bishnumati into the Gongabu Bus Park. It was already seven PM. It took more then twelve hours for us to reach to Kathmandu from Butwal. Never in the past did it take so long. But, because Sabi accompanied me in my thoughts, I felt like the journey was very short and sweet and comfortable. I was overjoyed with emotions thinking that my intimacy with her was transforming to a bond of souls after this holiday. As my bag was a bit heavy, I hired a metre-tempo and headed towards my room in Lainchour through the dirty, narrow streets of downtown Kathmandu.


To be contd.

* please read ? as inverted commas in most of the paragraphs.

Wow wow nice story buddy, very touching kinda story.

Damiz cha yaar. Timro katha padhda ta maile jhadai mero paper nai lekhna bireseko.

Keep it coming. Bro ko ending chai malai padhna maan laagyo. Nice narration, great words. Loved to read it.

harkeDai

Contd. From above:

The sweet memories of dashain holidays with Sabi haunted me every time. The figure of my love followed me like my shadow everywhere I went.
Early morning, she would come to my bedside to wake me up.
She would remind me about the ticking time.
I would imagine her giggling at me when I sipped a cup of tea and found it tasteless. ?You got to put some sugar raja to sweeten it?, she would suggest. I would eat with her company, head my way towards the college along with her, find herself in the figure of girls walking past me, stare at nowhere in classes and drop test tubes and glasses in lab while performing experiments. At night I would try to revise my notes but couldn?t concentrate on them as she surfaced on the pages and smiled and winked at me. Instead, I would try writing a line or two about her and then scratch the piece of paper and throw it on the bin. I was never satisfied with my verses. I thought they didn?t epitomize her beauty and my love to her. Losing myself on her thoughts, I struggled to catch up with my study and months passed in similar fashion. The Gregorian new year was about to come and one afternoon in my college one of my friends came to me and said, ?Hey Sabin, you have got a letter - man and from a girl. Is she your girl friend??
?I don?t have a girl friend and give it to me? I snatched the letter from him. My ears turned red when I saw her name in the envelope. Indeed, that was from Sabi. My heart started to beat rapidly and I wanted to read the letter as soon as possible.


To be contd.