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Pic source: Google images Being a girl is not safe even in our mother’s womb. Can we ever expect a safer place for us in the outside world? I’m sure most of us have already heard and some might have already seen the video about the molestation of a girl in Bengaluru, India. If not, then please click here to know about it. I was awestruck to watch something like this happen. I got goose bumps and my heart pounded so loudly that I could hear it in my ears. How did you react? What thoughts came into your mind after you watched it? Maybe some included the following: “I should return home earlier.” “I should not walk alone.” “My own neighbourhood is not safe for me.” “I should learn some self defense techniques.” Let me share with you a recent event that my friend faced, here in Nepal. She was returning home in a local bus. The bus was quiet crowded so she had to compact herself in a corner to prevent the jostle. The people who don’t own their private vehicle can tot...

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“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...

A few months back, while I was spending my vacation at home, I was on my way to my music class and there was this little boy walking few inches ahead of me…5 or maybe 6 years in age…might I guess. He looked so cute in his school uniform that I couldn’t refrain myself from talking to him…and in no time I was already asking for his name and whereabouts. Fortunately, we were heading in the same direction. We talked so merrily and it didn’t feel like it was our first conversation. Then I noticed the kid had no bag, no shoes. He was wearing slippers and carrying polythene to school. I couldn’t help but ask him about it. Without hesitating even for a second, he was like, “My parents have no money to buy those for me”. And all of a sudden I had nothing to say. “I should get home fast. I've got to look after my kid-brother”, he added and paced his steps. I was walking in a daze now. Then this other day, I was out shopping with my mother, I saw this little boy selling socks.  I ...

Since this was my first blog entry, I wanted it to be special. I wanted to write about something that I wouldn’t regret writing about when I get to turn these pages back in the future. I asked many of my friends about what I should be writing and I indeed got quite a lot of ideas and thanks to all those helpful bees. I wanted to make it special and there was this most special person whom I couldn’t get out of my mind when I thought about writing. She’s my Mother. Yeah, this is for my mom who is the most incredible woman in this world. She is the only person whom I can bestow my life. She is my teacher cum best friend. She’s always there to double my joys and halve my sorrows. My mother holds a special place in my heart. For me…her lap is the safest place in this world. She’s always forgiving my faults, big or small and always encouraging me to achieve my dreams because she has got this big heart. She’s my god, my idol and these simple words would never be able to descr...