When words fall, lips seal and vocabulary fail

Then we've only one thing to do- wait and see. The numbness ostracizes us to the extend par above our imagination. It feels good to be attired with love and affection, to feel being cared, to be roofed under blue azure sky and to have relationship that will bid adeu to the metaphysical world. These elements are possible only when divinity inside us meets the same from others.

Gestures were accelarating, world of dreams was on lap; meantime I was transfigured to world of dilema and to larger extend the world of reality. At this juncture, I've a thing to confess, you mean something to me. Physical distance though paining can be soothed as long as we hold a true relationship.

I shall be waiting.

Solemning Shangri-La to see a face lift

A hymn in a distance roars to encircle the mighty sky. 'This will be the day when the god's children joining hands together can sing song of liberty', said King, the day has come, indeed to mark a new beginning. The chaotism, not merely as a fluke but deeply rooted on us as the identity of every Nepali, will have no option than to tumble for greater good. The historic agreement reached on November 8 is in no way good than to bolster, frutify and rootify our dreams.

History will mark the day, so has to every Nepali. A smile on face and zeal at heart will then only get the meaning when words and speeches transform themselves respectively unto actions and deeds.

Prachandajee, Baburamjee, Girijajee, Madhavjee, Sherjee, Devendrajee, and all jees (whose names are at heart), lets go further and sort out things. Let peace be given a chance and breathe an air of relief.

On a march to build a nation……….
Here we go……………………………