Kathmandu Teen

The sky looks so pretty. "You are 3. Your dad buys you Legos. You are too young to know what to do or how to build. You just chew it, or bang it at the floor. That's all you can do at that age. You are 6. You can now build a simple house at most maybe. With that, you create your own home among the Legos you build. The feeling captivates you. You are 11. "I want to become an engineer/architect." was your answer to everyone who asked what you wanted to become in the future. Aye, innocent and a dreamer you were back then. It's nobody's fault that a 11-year old wants to be an architect when he has a Lego city hidden deep in his house. You are 18, a normal teen with their normal teen-problems, and on the verge of officially becoming an adult. You can't remember the bag of Legos. Your dream of becoming an architect has sunken it's sail. But 'that' feeling still pops up from time to time. Now, you want to be among those buildings,...

"It's like I've been addicted to this. It's like this has become my comfort zone. It's like dozing off and waking up to this has become my salvation. Salvation from this solitary city. For once, I used to wake up to a king-size bed to myself and gaze up to the silky clouds touched by the morning rays, and down to the old and frail couple selling tea and donut in their own small spot. Everybody would look up to my building, but now, I look up and everybody looks down.  Right now, I look up, but for some reason, I can't see those silky clouds touched with rays looking ever so heavenly. I got lost in this small vast city. This isolation has become my friend."  -Excerpt from my journal Click here to view my profile on Instagram.

BFF ever since..?!   "I was waiting at the stationary shop for him to pick me up. It was pretty early in the morning, but he came and picked me up. The trip back home was wonderful. The warm morning rays hitting the vendors at the street, their products shining marvelously at the morning rays. It was monsoon, so, I didn't expect anything from the street. It was, like always, all muddy and pools of water piling up. Typical. So, we eventually got home. He motioned me towards the living room. As it happens, I was not the only one to be seated at the living room. There were others. I didn't take the initiative, nor did they. So, we sat there harmlessly. He entered the living room, helped himself in the sofa. Then, without any warning, he began to strip through the layers of my clothing. He watched intensely as he stripped every bit of me. As he stripped almost half my clothing, a little below the waist, his eyes beamed with passion. He examined me pr...

“You know how people say that you can never take anything for granted? From the day we were born, everybody gave me a distant and unwonted look. People or society termed me ‘rich’ and wanted only to use the resources. But, you were different. You saw me as a part of you yourself. You didn’t look at others as ‘rich’ or ‘poor’, instead you viewed them as your family, as your friends. Your eyes were full of color considering this society whose eyes were monotone. Maybe, that’s why people follow you, believe in you, look up to you. I was naïve back then, my ego and craving for power blinding me. I used you for my benefit, for my own self-desire to stand tall among all, but still, you smiled. You smiled and opened your heart for me. For a person so cold as myself, you kept no hard feelings and embraced me as your own. You were compassionate, kind and loving. This society has done you nothing but harm, never did they cared about you, never did you cross their mi...