I read something very interesting just now. It was like reading a page from my own diary. I have been feeling what this guy is feeling. You know the feeling of being lost, being alone, not being able to communicate what you are actually going through with anyone and waiting for that moment of epiphany. I am not gonna spoil this for you.
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“No one is going to save you; no one is going to hold your hand through this fire. You alone must do that”.
I have promised myself that I am gonna work really hard and get my shits done. I am keep on doing the creative stuffs that I used to do. I am getting back on track and it feels good.
Here’s a picture of one of the best cheesecake I had at Smørtorget this afternoon. If you ever visit Tromsø, you should visit this café. Located at one of the oldest lane of the city, this place is a cultural hub. Not only do they have one of the best coffee and cakes in the city, they have art, handicrafts, and second hand books for sale.
Kathmandu, you are in my thoughts and dreams. Ever since I heard about the destruction by the earthquake I have been dreaming about Kathmandu every single night. It’s not that I didn’t dream about Kathmandu before but now the intensity of dream is too high.
For the last 8 years since I ran away from home until I moved to Norway last August, Kathmandu has been my home. Basantapur Durbar Square was where I spent most of my mornings and evenings. I spent time drinking tea in Pasang didi’s chiya pasal, contemplated life sitting on the stairs of hippie temple (Maju Dewal), met friends, roamed around like a nomad, I also spent many late evenings feeling depressed and crying alone in the dark in front of Nautale Durbar. 😦 It always gave me strength. After crying to myself, I would convince myself that these dark phases will pass and I will walk happy again. Basantapur had that power to give me so much strength and positive energy.
Now that it stands there destructed, the images I see on facebook and news just breaks my heart. I feel helpless. I only wish that I could give it much needed strength and be there the way it had been with me. Going through these pictures I question myself: ‘Will it ever be the same again?”