No noise, no chaos,no pollution;
just the Bagmati river, shimmering in the moonlight
And in the stifled light of a myriad stars.
Sitting in the living room watching the slits
Of moonlight coming through the louvered window,
I sip a cup of lemon tea and think about those
Who are terribly hit by the sudden freeze
in the economy .
Incessant rain since Friday affects everyday life
No, no, no.
No, I can’t wait to have the whole world around me.
I don’t want to be confined in my house;
I prefer to walk right through the crowds.
No noise, no chaos, no pollution;
but where are the glimpses of the everyday life.
Where? I am missing,
I am terribly missing the glimpses of everyday life.
Small children going to the school
Holding their parents hand.
Emancipated smile on the face of a woman
Driving an electric tempo in the streets of Kathmandu.
An elderly man having tea and happily gossiping
With his friends at the roadside tea stalls
Far away from his children’s reverie.
And I miss looking at an old Nepalese woman
In her traditional attire feeding pigeons at
Hanumandhoka Durbar Square with pigeons all around.
I am missing the glimpses of everyday life.
No noise, no chaos, no pollution
But where is the life.
