Well, it was not at all tipical afternoon it used to be, there was something certainly weried about the air that i breath and my heart was more restless. We had a pooja in the terrace of our home in mid baneshwor, it is three and half storey building. About ten members of my family were sited{well i felt aftershocked right now, while am writing but am quite used to it even my hands are still shakey am continueing it.} we only started our pooja we felt a little shaking and then the horror started it was shaking so voilently we all gathered in one place like a bundle of something holding one another all i could hear was cry of shock and destress. there was older member in the house and a little child we where more concerned about them. We thought it was the last day of our life and we are going to die a miseable and horrible death for sure, i was closing my eye and dont even know to whom i was holding i opened my eyes and was shocked to see the cloud of dust from the building that was falling down and this assure me that this was the last moment of my life i felt myself so light and as soon as it stoped we all ran down stairs, i was calling all the rest of the family members as well as the people that lived in the house. My nehbour wall was fallen down and there house had crakes. People were running like mad and praying for there safty. But the horror continued like after every few second. We found a place nearby garage and thanked the owner for not building house othere wise we has no where to stay. That afternoon was spend anyhow by hearing the news dhara was no more and there was alot of death and followed by destruction of cultural heritage from patan, bhaktapur to kathmandu. When night fell we where even scared what if the aftershock was more then in the afternoon. what if it rained heavely? and so on .......... No body sleeped that night. Morning brought a thin hope of survival but we where waiting for the after shock that was suppose to take place any time and it certainly did around one in the afternoon and that added more pain in our heart and fear in our mind and we where prepred to die any time soon. We fixed tent not the real one but was ok to spend the night but have to be alert if there was heavy rain we have to hid somewhere. We where fortune enough because it was only once, and the funny part that felt was even in such a fightfull situation selfishness of some people was phenominal they were aruging for better place in the tent, where not ready to share food and water. I felt sick at this site and thought god punished us for being too selfished, too greedy, too needy with it. I had a german friend named Regina we where friend for a very long time she was the one to finance me though her amount was little she used to send frequently, I used to visit places that was in need that i find out ,Helping the victim and to see smile in there was the best gift that i got so far and it was all because of my friend and am still thankful for her care and support as well as here repeted concerned.
‘Blink of an Eye’ concludes
Well, it was not at all tipical afternoon it used to be, there was something certainly weried about the air that i breath and my heart was more restless. We had a pooja in the terrace of our home in mid baneshwor, it is three and half storey building. About ten members of my family were sited{well i felt aftershocked right now, while am writing but am quite used to it even my hands are still shakey am continueing it.} we only started our pooja we felt a little shaking and then the horror started it was shaking so voilently we all gathered in one place like a bundle of something holding one another all i could hear was cry of shock and destress. there was older member in the house and a little child we where more concerned about them. We thought it was the last day of our life and we are going to die a miseable and horrible death for sure, i was closing my eye and dont even know to whom i was holding i opened my eyes and was shocked to see the cloud of dust from the building that was falling down and this assure me that this was the last moment of my life i felt myself so light and as soon as it stoped we all ran down stairs, i was calling all the rest of the family members as well as the people that lived in the house. My nehbour wall was fallen down and there house had crakes. People were running like mad and praying for there safty. But the horror continued like after every few second. We found a place nearby garage and thanked the owner for not building house othere wise we has no where to stay. That afternoon was spend anyhow by hearing the news dhara was no more and there was alot of death and followed by destruction of cultural heritage from patan, bhaktapur to kathmandu. When night fell we where even scared what if the aftershock was more then in the afternoon. what if it rained heavely? and so on .......... No body sleeped that night. Morning brought a thin hope of survival but we where waiting for the after shock that was suppose to take place any time and it certainly did around one in the afternoon and that added more pain in our heart and fear in our mind and we where prepred to die any time soon. We fixed tent not the real one but was ok to spend the night but have to be alert if there was heavy rain we have to hid somewhere. We where fortune enough because it was only once, and the funny part that felt was even in such a fightfull situation selfishness of some people was phenominal they were aruging for better place in the tent, where not ready to share food and water. I felt sick at this site and thought god punished us for being too selfished, too greedy, too needy with it. I had a german friend named Regina we where friend for a very long time she was the one to finance me though her amount was little she used to send frequently, I used to visit places that was in need that i find out ,Helping the victim and to see smile in there was the best gift that i got so far and it was all because of my friend and am still thankful for her care and support as well as here repeted concerned.
