Words From Himalayas

Neither I can describe it.

Nor I can paint it.

Only I wrote two words in my dairy long time ago.

Magical ................

Surreal......................

When I started to sketch it

I broke the tip of a pencil.

I only felt the rhythms, love, and respect.

Last time he asked me, “where are you from?”

I said, “I am from the valley of Himalayas.”

Again he asked me, “What is your identity?”

I said. “Please! Ask with rivers.

I am the moving reality.”

Sometimes you capture it in your own camera.

Sometimes you describe it in your own words.

Sometimes you romanticize it.

Sometimes you demonize it in your own screen.

But I am me.

And what is it?

Neither I can describe

Nor I can paint

Only two words are in my mind

Magical

Surreal.............................

Or you can paint with your own words.

It is the open canvas of beauty.

Life After ICS

There is silence everywhere. I can only hear the sound of rain. And every single drop of rain takes me right to the beginning. I can still feel that journey when I close my eyes.

I am talking about ICS journey. That journey which transformed me in many ways. It gave me a confidence. It gave me a sense of direction. It gave me a realization of achievement. It gave me a pleasure of giving. It broadened my horizon. It expanded my own school of thought. Indeed it made me a different person.

I joined ICS only to explore myself. Before ICS, I was a fresh university graduate. Although I didn’t have a clear perspective about anything under the sun. But three months ICS journey taught me many things especially how to work in a rural community. How to cope with a new culture. How to deal with the people whose background is totally different.  Now I can realize I got many things more than what I aspired for. The whole experience made me a different person. So, I take it as a life changing experience.

In the journey, I met eleven wonderful people. They taught me many things. It’s hard to summarize these lessons in words. Sometimes, it’s difficult to sum up in few words. I am feeling same today. All of them are fantastic individuals. That made our group more precious like a mosaic. When I think about them, it took me right back to start when we started our journey. Those twelve individuals who have pretty different backgrounds were there in a new place to challenge themselves to change their world. They inspired me a lot. They made me realize how to be proud of being oneself. Their stories also inspired me a lot because stories are always my inspiration. And throughout the cycle, I encountered with those kinds of stories which I have never heard before.

Now there is raining outside. I am reading all your notes. Here, there are no beautiful green and brown mountains like in a Khadka Gaun. Even, I cannot see the beautiful mountain range which we used to see every morning. Many days have passed but I am left with the same memories we had together. It makes me more nostalgic. Also, I realize the nature of time. Times goes so fast. However, these memories made me more strong. More clear about my future. More determined towards my dream. And I am remembering the same song we used to listen, “Follow follow the sun....................