I missed the smell of BAAH GAAZ ( BAMBOO SHOOT) and the taste of MASOR TENGA ( TANGY FISH CURRY). The joy of waking up to the songs of cuckoo and the wind acting like a set of ten thousand needles piercing your skin. Evening strolls to the favourite momo shop by the corner and weekends at the ice cream parlor. The gossips during the lunch break and rushing for the tuitions after school. The sweaty city bus rides and the queues at the SINGRA ( SAMOSA) stall. The tall mountains and the greens. How I missed you my beautiful place! I can never get enough of you!
Time and again, whenever I and a few girlfriends of mine discuss about the issues on gender equality, have we not discussed about our personal incidents. The stereotypical society that we grew up in has always curtailed upon us from developing many skill sets. Many goals which we could have achieved. Many dreams which still lie buried deep inside our hearts.
It’s been sometime. Sometime since I took up my pen and the paper to figure out the sequence of a post. In fact, to plan a new one. Personal things can damage your work life you see. But certain personal things are unavoidable. They are like that puzzle which you have always been trying hard to solve but to no avail! Like that of the quagmire, which, no matter how hard you try to pull yourself out of it, you keep going inside it.
Deep into it.