Letter to Nani

Dear Nani,
 
The day before yesterday, I couldn't recognize your voice over telephone. I am feeling sorry for that. more than that I am ashamed to myself. Hope you are doing well there and you are living whatever meant by happily". Its not the fact that I only miss you when festivals like Dashain* and Tihar* occurs. But it is when I miss you profoundly. The 15 days of Dashain has already started, and I am not sure which day is today. I think the main day of the festival is coming within days. Once upon a time, I used to enjoy all days of the festival. You used to be with us and the whole family used to be together. Nowadays, festivals don't matter to me. They do not add any charisma into my life. Festivals come. Festivals go. Kathmandu is reeling with varieties of weather. Yesterday it was raining. Now I am seeing a sunny day through the window of my room. Birds and kites are competing to fly higher. The only difference is that, kite is connected to thread and birds are totally free. The Fulchoki Mountain is covered with clouds and that have scattered all over the sky. I am seeing bunches of flowers blowing with the wind, at the top stairs of the next building, as if the flowers are ready to jump out of the roof. Not a less beautiful canvas of nature, than of Leo Nardo Da Vinci and Pablo Picasso.

You know my office is near to the airport. I see a plane every single minute. They come they go. Like festivals. They matter to their stakeholders only. I remember, one day you were drained to that land, with full of dreams. The then aeroplane mattered to me. The height mattered to you too. I was stopped by the security guard in the airport. I returned home and waved my hand to the plance, that was carrying you with your dreams. I don't know how much your dreams have come true. But they should come true. I know you think big and you think smart. I have a big salute to all planes that are never tired of carrying the dreams.

I am affected with flu since last two days. Still I am coming to office, coz I have to. Today I have closed the slider of the window. So, I am not feeling the gentle breeze that is saying good bye to summer. You know my table in office faces the south. I mean to the direction of our home. You know mom is alone in home. Man is the only animal in this universe that feels solitude. Our little Sanu has also joined me into the life of monotony. I welcomed him into the jungle of concrete, wishing him all the best so that he will not be lost here.

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thule