RiwajBlog

Dear Wheeler, Let me start with a line, "Life is a ride for betterment. And if you see betterment through negativity, then perhaps you are speeding too much". I love how I got inspired about this from you. I don't know yet how we met and fell in love, or rather how you became my crush. I don't know when is our anniversary yet. I don't know why I fell in love with you. I don't know what is it that still lures me to fall for you. I am just madly in love with you and yes I have no regrets. I don't have enough words to describe your beauty. May be you are not picteresque enough, but I always find you so much attractive. I may not entirely understand or know your mechanics but you are unique in your own way and I love you. You don't hate people, be it poor or rich, white or black, or even boy or girl. You are yourself of all kinds, big or small, of 2, 3, 4 or multiple types and so on. I love your versatility may be. I love every fabric you are compo...

Tinkune, A Walkover Right, at the place where it all started, my Kathmandu affair and its progress to a relationship. And the best part, I am still in relationship with this place. Not having breakups is kind of a bliss. The bridge to start with which gave me memories more than anything. Remember the time when there used to be trippers stranded underneath? I used to walk aside each of them, tracing a path that couldn't have been much longer. It used to share intimacy and closeness. It used to be the ultimate frustration reliever. Got to give the credit anyway, since crossing the road upfront, to cross it again from underneath isn't that boring as it seems. Then the walkover through the bridge. See left and you will be amazed at first to see an orange colored car on the roof of a building. I was bewildered when I came to know it was an advertisement of a workshop. So, onto the area of interest. So many passengers passing by and so many transports. The traffic policeman a...