today, she went….went through the path of her life…. to her dream…..what she had dreamt of….am happy for that……but why am i happy?….it’s not me going….it’s her going….her happiness…but me also happy…..is something cooking?….well, wud have cooked earlier……my fault……my sole fault…..i didn’t want to cook then……but is it already late for cooking?…..don’t know….can’t explain it……might cook later…..but now she’s gone….and what is cooking inside me now……u feel me happy….happy to see her happy……well it might be true or might not be…….but it’s true….haha….how cannot i be happy…..i am happy……i am happy…… why am i repeating……might be becoz she is gone……..gone to meet again….yeah sure….to meet again.

Today I stopped at the overhead bridge for some time and watched the life flow by………Vehicles plying on the outnumbered road ………………………… people hustling bustling to reach their destination……………………. juhari between vehicles and people………………………. a beautiful girl with her long blonde hair reaching the waist ………………………… a boy clicking his friends’ photo from a mobile camera ………………………….. a blind boy kept at the stairs to collect alms ………………………. a boy selling pens to raise money for poor students’ like him to study………………….. some men staying there and chatting ………………… traffic shouting at the vehicles to move ahead …………… bus conductors yelling at top voice attracting passengers ………………. people waiting for vehicles and cramming into the one they find at ……………………

After i moved from there to reach my destination………….. some girls chatting in the cornerby tea stall……………………  a crazy man flipping a plywood as cricket bat nearly hitting me …………………………….red signal stopping us to go across……………………………… a peel of banana waiting for some one to make contact with it ……………………… the street rails closing inward minimizing the footpath ……………………. people lining to go inside Singha Durbar……………… and life goes on…………………. no matter what happens around you……………………. just life goes on…………… on and on……………..

We received a torrential downpour today after a lengthy hot days. It helped us to cool ourselves and most importantly, to the farmers who can at least produce some crops now. We have already lost most of our production and must be grateful to have some………….. But let’s talk about my experience today. I went to my Japanese class in the morning. The rain had started from the early morning and was pouring severely. When returning after class, I went through many roads submerged in water. The busy Ratnapark was flooded by occasional water surges. The overhead bridge there also had turned into a 1 feet swimming pool. The pathways on the Bagbazar road were full with water.
And, as my shoes were already soaked with water I did not hesitate walking on the pool. But it did not favor me. As I was nearing Putalisadak junction, I fell into a manhole while walking on the water pool and bruised my leg. Still it pains. Limping walk. Can’t say whose mistake it is: me walking through the water or KMC not having proper drainage system? Also, the Putalisadak section of the road was visible only at the central part, the other section filled with water. The footpath was a mess of littered wastes dispersed by the flood. Well, just imagine. Collection of garbages and dispersal by water. Symptom of probable spread of water borne diseases.
And, when i reached my place, oh god, what was i looking at? The Dhobikhola had surged into the neighborhood flooding the road and surrounding areas. Our factory was under 1 feet of water and all the wood were wet. If no sun tomorrow, then decay of wood, meaning loss. God, what was happening. No rain for many days and a violent rain on the other day. May be the effects of climate change.
Don’t know what it is going to bring more.
Just keep the fingers crossed.
And, hope of a better future.