The lockdown had just started.
That afternoon, a raggedly old man with a heavy load of corn stacks approached me on a desolate road in our neighbourhood, with his face—and perhaps his whole body—running a sweat.
It is timely to state the importance of the Zone of Peace proposal that King Birendra floated to the world during his coronation in 1975. That proposal was meant to ensure that Nepal does not become a victim of an unjust world order.
The Limpiadhura dispute between Nepal and India seems to be deepening. Amid this scenario, a section of the Indian media is going berserk. Feeding this madness are some livid members of the Indian intelligentsia. Our own lot is also trying to catch up.
The government of Nepal recently endorsed a new political map of Nepal by including the Limpiadhura region. This move came days after the government of India inaugurated a road linking India to Tibet of China through Lipulek, which forms part of the Limpiadhura region.
I don’t clearly know where I am headed (I feel out of this world, but I am not drugged), but I am sure I will find my way, my destiny, my destination. One thing is clear, though: I am leaving this city at least temporarily because it reminds me of so many things. You see, loads of memories are not a good thing when you are in an unenviable situation. On a pilgrimage?
For a few days, yours truly had been searching for the topic to write something or anything about. You see this scribbler is not some great writer, who can write a masterpiece in a jiffy, in a manner that a magician brings out all sorts of objects as per the demand from the audience.
Don’t worry, fellow Nepalis, for the country is safe in the hands of crooks. Yours truly thinks most of you guys, regardless of the very many stations of life that you may be in, worry a lot about this country, if the vibes he gets at every imaginable platform—social media, conversations in public places, social gatherings, the Press, among others—are anything to go by.
Writing comes so naturally to them. I wish I could write like them. Have no clear idea of what I am talking about? Well, I am talking about the hands that write those beautiful, catchy, funny, witty, immortal and lyrical (at this point, I have run out of adjectives to describe them adequately) lines on public vehicles.