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Ok I& #39;m gonna do a travel thread. Its gonna be weird.But wonderful I hope. Like my username.Haha.
Before 2015, the only time I had set foot outside the valley was Dhulikhel tyo ni KU ko entrance dina haha. Then bam! Got on a plane from ktm and landed on a whole different country.
Before 2015, the only time I had set foot outside the valley was Dhulikhel tyo ni KU ko entrance dina haha. Then bam! Got on a plane from ktm and landed on a whole different country.
Not on a tourist visa of course.
On our second vacation, we traveled to Nepal via road, through Siligudi, so that was a whole new experience. When I entered Nepal, in this whole new area I had never seen, eastern region, I fell in love. It was amidst nakabandi, so the vehicles
On our second vacation, we traveled to Nepal via road, through Siligudi, so that was a whole new experience. When I entered Nepal, in this whole new area I had never seen, eastern region, I fell in love. It was amidst nakabandi, so the vehicles
were rare. Bus bata all I could see was greenery most of the time. The bus left us at itahari, and since our flight to ktm was the next day, we rode a city safari from there to Biratnagar, at a friend& #39;s place where we were to stay. On the way, both sides, there were these endless
fields. And I could see a big setting sun, right at my level, up until the moment it disappeared into the horizon. I always loved sunsets but to look at a sunset not hidden behind hills and clouds, right above those green fields, that was the moment I fell in love with Terai.
Sadly I don& #39;t have pictures because my phone battery sucked. But that image is still as clear in my head as if it were yesterday. The Biratnagar stay ended in one evening walk, one electricity-less night, lots of light ma jhummine kira, garmi and one visit to the temple the next
morning, and one box of dilkhush.
On our way back from Kathmandu, we were supposed to land at Chandragadhi, reach the border the same day and head off to Dhaka. However, two hours before the flight we found out our bus tickets in Dhaka had some problems. So we had to stay a
On our way back from Kathmandu, we were supposed to land at Chandragadhi, reach the border the same day and head off to Dhaka. However, two hours before the flight we found out our bus tickets in Dhaka had some problems. So we had to stay a
night somewhere around Jhapa. Luckily, the same friend from Biratnagar had her grandparents living at Chandragadhi. Since it was just the two old people in that home, we took vegetables all the way from ktm to avoid causing them any trouble in our stay. Ek jhola saag on a plane
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That stay added more to my fascination with Terai. The small homes. The people on cycles in that heat. The fields. The endless skies. The rivers with more sand than water in them. The airports that looked like homes. The mango trees in the backyard.
The friend& #39;s grandparents were such lovely people. There were 5 strangers along with their granddaughter in their house and they never let us feel like it was strange. We insisted we& #39;d cook, we even had the saag, but they would not let us. Instead they prepared us this bhoj ko
kasto meal rati. Electricity betrayed us again. And because it was so hot inside, we were all out in the aagan, having our dinner, in this small table and small pirkas and back then, it felt like a dream I didn& #39;t even know I had. They told us stories, listened to ours.
And when they went to sleep, because we were medical students who are devoid of sleep before 3 am, we went to the terrace and spent our night singing and dancing there. And in a place where your neighbours couldn& #39;t hear your slightest cough, that was an amazing night.
The next day we had to leave and it felt like I was leaving a home behind, just in that one night.
When I was back in Bangladesh, I wondered. There was a Nepal I didn& #39;t know, so much more of it. And there I was, in a whole other country, when I had hardly seen mine.
When I was back in Bangladesh, I wondered. There was a Nepal I didn& #39;t know, so much more of it. And there I was, in a whole other country, when I had hardly seen mine.
So, 2016. 2016 was a weird year. I lost a lot of friends. But I also came across few people, a circle, that believed in living beyond the walls of their homes and knowing stories of people other than the ones they were dropped among. So when I came home on vacation,I had a friend
whose insta username was Ghumante aatma haha. I guess that says a lot. We started with simple rounds around durbar squares, I bought a selfie stick even. He made me see durbar squares in a different light. That there were so many faces to be read, so many stories to be heard.
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A few days after that, I had some issues at home. I had a lot of issues at hostel. I needed an escape. A friend suggested Vipassana. Didn& #39;t feel like I was ready for that. Randomly texted a mutual who lived in tanahun asking her if I could stay at hers for a few days and visit
Pokhara. She said yes. The next morning, right after my parents left for office, I wrote a four page long letter about why I needed an escape and why they should trust me with it. Yeh Jawani Hai Deewani had left a mark on me. Packed this bag, the only backpack I had.
Left the letter on the table. Now all I needed to do was get on a bus to Pokhara. Except I didn& #39;t know how to. Asked the ghumante aatma, he dropped me off at kalanki. Then I found a random bus counter under the akashepul, they needed a seat partner for a girl traveling to her
hometown alone. They found me. I found them. Got on the bus. I didn& #39;t know how long it takes to get there. Throughout the way, I didn& #39;t even know what district, zone or developmental region I was in. Just kept watching the address on the signboards of the highway shops.
At around 5 o clock, my parents came back home, read the letter, called me and demanded I come home back right at the moment. I said kata chhes? I said "Tanahun". Since returning would be more of a mess, they demanded I video call them in front of my friend and her parents.
"Tanahun pugusake, kasari aunu?" My favourite line lol. So then, my friend told me what her stop was, made me let her talk to the conductor on the phone, told him my stop, and he let me know when it came haha.I had never stayed at a friend& #39;s house ktm mai pani, sidhai tanahu haha
As weird as it felt suru ma, soon as we had some lunch and she took me to this place 5 minutes behind her house, I remembered why I needed this trip. I couldn& #39;t believe there was this paradise looking place right behind someone& #39;s home.The closest river to my house is manohara lol
We were climbing these big rocks, sitting on a small park made by a local club on the river banks. I used to be so scared of rivers and heights, specially chobar ko school trips ma, but sitting there and just looking at one flowing with such force, so close by, that was something
