It seems he is doing well now as he goes through the process of recovering and rebuilding from the Nepal earthquake.
His friends have come through to help him, and these frequent Saurday updates are probably probably less necessary and will be far less frequent.
That's the natural progression of things when good things take over from the bad!
Congratulations, our friend Vinaya! For those of you who might not know, please check out the embedded links (different text color) at the end of Vinaya's article. They'll take you to his book on Amazon, and also to his wonderful friend and illustrator, Sannel!
Life on a Farm in Nepal
I have to explore these voices. Writing is the only medium I know that allows me to channel the voices I hear. When I begin to explore these voices, they get shapes and sizes, and then these voices become articles, essays, stories, and poems. As I explore the voices I hear in my mind by giving them shapes and sizes, very simple and prosaic ideas get concrete form.
This is how I became a writer, this is why I write regularly.
Many years ago, an article I had published on HubPages was shortlisted on HubPages Contest. The winner was the one with the most votes on facebook. Sadly I did not win because at that time I was just venturing into facebook. The article was titled “Life in a Farm in Nepal.”
I have lived my entire life dividing my time between the city and the village. I have spent more time in the city than in the farm in a village. As a child and young adult, I had to live in the city because there were no good schools and colleges in the village.
After I completed my university education, I had to look for a job. There was no work available for educated people in the village, therefore I was stuck in the city.
As I grew older, I felt more attached to the country life. Even though I never thought I would live in the village forever, I always searched for pretext to travel to my farm. However, my life changed for better when I got married. I married a girl from the neighboring village. My wife had a teaching job in the town near the farm and I had home based job. I gave up city life and began adapting to rural life.
In the last fifteen months, I have many times missed my city life. I missed Kathmandu, my home during my first inning (the second inning is my married life in the farm). I missed strolling around ancient and medieval palaces, temples and monasteries, I missed friendly gatherings in the ancient and medieval courtyards and gardens, I missed meandering in the shopping districts, I missed posh restaurants and extravagant malls, road side tea shops and street market. I missed Kathmandu. During the last fifteen months, Kathmandu always called me, however, I visited Kathmandu only three times.
Now that Kathmandu has been completely devastated by April 25 earthquake and more than three thousand aftershocks since then, I again hear Kathmandu calling. I want to see Kathmandu, I want to feel Kathmandu, however, I am too afraid to visit Kathmandu. Strong tremors are still frequent there. Two days ago, an earthquake of 5.5 M occurred near Kathmandu. I don’t think I can see the fallen Kathmandu that has been called heaven by poets and artists.
Summer is at the peak in my farm. There has been no rain since many weeks. Temperature is around 40 degree Celsius. However, once it begins to rain, life in the farm will be hectic. After living in the farm for few weeks, my brother, sister and her family returned to Kathmandu. They are under compulsion to earn a living in Kathmandu. Our lives are on track. We are rebuilding our homes and lives. Thanks to all those friends who showed concern and helped us with money.
I am back into my writing life. The voices I hear are once again beginning to get shapes. I have managed to publish a book on Amazon with the help of a wonderful writer and artist friend Sannel Larson. Sannel not only offered me financial help to rebuild life, but also offered her service for free in order to publish the book.
Time is a great healer. We are coming out of the trauma.