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NON-FICTION

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post box 8 is where i get my letters from you

Post Box 8

To you, With the striving love, Winter is coming. I can see the blizzard approaching. I can hear it howling wildly shaking our dry branches hard. I can feel the chilling cold when all our leaves would go dr...
chester

Dear Chester Bennington

Depression is a bitch, right? Like the kind from Gone Girl, who never truly leaves and stays to make us miserable. I’ve written about suicide and depression a few times, in hopes of feeding hope to the hopeless...

2 AM Musing

“I just want to tell you nothing You don’t want to hear All I want is for you to say Oh why don’t you just take me Where I’ve never been before I know you want to hear me Catch my breath I love you ’till...
droplets

Rhythm of droplets

The rhythmic pounding of the rain on the metal roof reminded me of a metronome, very soft and elegant. I always enjoyed the dark and gloomy weather. I enjoyed the booming sound of thunder. I enjoyed how ligh...
someone leaves

When Someone Leaves You

Loneliness, emptiness are just big words; you literally feel hollow when someone leaves you. If the reason is valid or if it was some situation, it would be better. But when someone leaves you without any ap...
utopia

My Utopia

Imagine a colossal — a frosty swamp that does not have an end. With a pathetic endeavor, you raise your head to see the end. However, it is so powerful that no matter how hard you try to struggle, the swamp ...
kathmandu

Kathmandu, without you…

(This article was first published in The Kathmandu Post on May 13, 2017, when the city was truly all about the mayor election. Featured image credit Ekantipur) A love song for a city drenched in election fe...
unwanted feelings

Ode to UNWANTED Feelings

"Good morning," I said to myself. I woke up with a whole lot of emotions; feelings all cramped up. I was a bit contemplative, quite a bit in rush, somewhat pained, may be in indignation. With each passing ho...
love of my life a letter for you

Love of My Life, a Letter for You

Love of my life, I hope it makes you happy to know that you destroyed me completely. I thought I would get over you before the fourth sunrise but I’ve been wailing - the love that popped in my head due to my...
how about love

Love – How Bout Just Love?

Us, we’re just as these messy bed sheets; we wage war and call it love. We stir a bunch into a bowl and wonder why things tend to get so damn complicated. Each of us has a way of looking at this world, a pictu...