Romancing Words :)

“Night buses?” “Oh horror! What if the driver falls asleep? Or what if the person next to you turns out to be a pervert? Or what if the robbers rob every penny out of you?” You know what? These all are now old wife’s tales regarding the journey on the night buses. Now? Now it’s something like this: “Did you get stoned on the way? Or was there window pane for your seat? Or did your bus have the front window?” If you’ve read my last blog post, I’d said that the journey during the earthquake had been my most horrible journey till date. But I take it all back. I’ve travelled some few journeys now to surpass that and let me completely forget the journey made during the disaster. I’m the first one in my entire family to travel by the night buses. Yay! For me, right? You know how mums are. Similarly, my mum was against me travelling amidst the night until that time came when I had no other choices. The world is round, of course. There’re no day-buses from Pokhara to Dharan an...

“Why the hell is the helicopter flying so near to the house? Does it want to blow the house off or what?” When the floor started shaking all of a sudden, this is what I thought. My house is really close to the Pokhara airport so heli/s scaring the soul out of us is not very unfamiliar. I was taking a shower. When the shaking didn't stop for quite a time, I started panicking. I totally didn’t know what to do…come out of the bathroom just like that or wait for it to stop. I chose the former. I came running out of the bath, barefooted, to the ground decked in a bath robe, and soap bubbles running into my cheeks. The ground underneath me was terribly trembling and the tall building in front of where I lived was swaying in the rhythm of the quake, windows clapping and people running for their lives. Yes, it was an earthquake…like no one had ever seen before. I looked towards my house. It was shuddering with fear, just like me…but it was not falling. I closed my eyes, a...

Oh yeah, that's me! Okay, I have to admit, I was raised like a boy. I was bought track suits instead of frocks and sneakers instead of sandals. And as I grew up, my friends frequently told me that I was tomboyish. Little did I know what it meant then. What girl would want to befriend someone with whom they could not enjoy sharing about their new dresses or someone who wouldn’t compliment about the color of their nail polish? It was not that I wasn’t interested, but I had some other better interests. So this listed only few people into my friends circle too. I was literally raised by my grandma and my playmates were my older cousins who always watched and played wrestling and cricket. The only time I put on makeup, even now, is when I take part in dance competitions. My mum still doesn’t put on any makeup, which is why most of my friends are bewildered when I tell them that we’ve got absolutely no lipstick at home. Lol, I swear we still don’t have one and none of us have h...