I'm heartened by Vinaya's latest update here. 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 Saturday updates are probably less necessary and will be far less frequent. That's the natural progression of things when good things take over from the bad! |
My mind whispers all the time. I hear voices inside. It is very hard to stop when my mind is whispering. I cannot mute the voices I hear inside my mind. These voices originate through the ideas that get into my head through, eyes, ears, nose, mouth and skin. I have an urgency to give a medium to the voices I hear inside.
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. |
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 in 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.”
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 country life. Even though I never thought I would live in the village forever, I always searched for a pretext to travel to my farm. However, my life changed for the 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 a 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 on 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, roadside tea shops and street markets. 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.
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 my life but also offered her service for free in order to publish the book.
Here are two of my books listed below for your perusal, which can be found on Amazon.
Time is a great healer. We are coming out of the trauma.