Musings by Kamal Kumar

Dear Lady Diana,   the coldness in Nagarkot was injecting the liquidity over our bones and vains, the moon was looking at us as you were restricted to join the party, i remember many of my family and frens were present at the party, my mom, her sisters, my cousins and frens of KTV, i fear my girlfriend was not there, Coz she was dancing at another discotheque in the downtown, the distance of 20 miles between me and her was not only meant to mean the absence of warmness. I was getting her texts frequently but, not sending the reply. by the time Lady Diana, you came there with a beautiful white wearings. Surprisingly Harry and William were not with her, but two little girls, i thought they were your daughters that the world never knew about, Diana, you seemed confused to be on that strange place for the first time. My father had told me that when you came to Nepal 20 years ago, you hadn't visited Nagarkot, so i thought this time you are in Nepal to vosit this beautiful places, Naga

Dear Lady Beetle, Please give me back those letters, that I gave you three years ago. Its been long time that we started being the victim of communication gap. I have forgotten so many of my other friends, who used to mess up with me three years ago. But you are the exceptoin. I could have forgotten you too. But I could not forget my letters that I gave to you. you know dear LB (Lady Beetle), i miss those letters more than you. In my life time i have rarely written letters. But it was the first of time and it was the last of time and obviously it was the best of time. I remember, 3 years ago, while giving those letters to you how terribely my hands were tremerring. Well, i have not forgotten the day, I have not forgotten the moments, I remeber the moments shared with you. My novice heart used to think, that would last forever, I used to think we would always keep on holding eachother's hand and singing and dancing. But u know LB, god had never promised flower strewn path ahead, he