New Adventure

“I am going to Nepal!” I exclaimed. My family just looked at me and said nothing. I think they didn’t really know what to say. Honestly, what do you say when your 20-year-old child says they are going to Nepal. Nothing, I guess. They are used to my new wishes and desires as I change them quite often. I guess they didn’t think I was serious about this, but I really am.
I already booked a plane ticket, packed my bags and I am ready to go. I didn’t want to say anything to my parents until the last minute because they are known for finding the travel plans. I saved some money by working over the summer and I decided to go to Nepal for 14 days. I am travelling with Qatar Airways to Kathmandu, where I will spend 2 or 3 days and then I will see where I want to go. I haven’t really planned where to go and what places to see so I will just go wherever. I am so excited. I can feel my heart racing and my palms getting sweaty. I wanted to visit Nepal since I first saw a travelling commercial about it 5 or 6 years ago.

I said goodbye to my parents and went through a security check. I am finally on my way.

As soon as I arrived, I was hit with different smells, colors, voices, languages, and people. It was a nice and sunny day, a perfect day to explore. I had to take a small bus from the airport to the city itself, but it gave me a chance to rest a bit and enjoy the nature. I brought two small bags, so it wasn’t to hard to walk around the city on my first day. I still have to find a place to stay for the next few days.
I noticed there are a lot of places one can eat at, so I decided to get some food as I was starving. It was a weird looking meal with a lot of yellow, orange and brown colors, but the food was delicious.
I kept on walking and saw a small hotel sign. I decided it was time to take a break as I was exhausted. I entered and an old lady invited me in. we greeted each other and I booked a small single-bed room. I went upstairs and unlocked my room. It was pretty small but seemed cozy and clean. I started unpacking when someone knocked on my door. A small boy, probably 10 or 11, was standing in front of me. He looked scared. “Hi, are you ok?’ I said. He didn’t say anything. He gave me an envelope and ran away. I closed the door and opened the envelope. It read:
Strangers are not welcome here. They don’t know what happens here.
They don’t understand. It is safer if you go home.
L

“Well, that’s a cliché.” In every movie you have a scene like this. A stranger comes to a place and gets a warning that he or she should leave. I always found it stupid. I will just ignore this. I came her for 2 weeks and that is how long I plan on staying. This is just a prank by the owner of the hotel.

I brushed my teeth and went to sleep. I need to wake up early to see as much as I can. I can finally explore the city.

Downstairs, in the lobby, an older man and a woman sat in their chairs.
“Looks like she didn’t take the warning seriously. Told you that won’t work” the lady said in a low, hoarse voice.
“Well, I guess she will see for herself then. This place isn’t for everybody. And it is not up to us to force her to go. She will see enough in the next few days.” The older man said. The lights in the lobby flickered.
“I think it is time for us to go.” As they neared an exit, the lady looked back. The lobby looked spooky and dark, unlike its usual colorful and open look. She felt her heart race. She was ready to run from this place. I hope He won’t do anything to the girl. She seemed nice. Hopefully, he will see that too. With hat last thought, she turned and walked onto a street. The girl was left alone in a hotel.

PS: I hope no one will feel offended that I am portraying Nepal like this. It is not my personal opinion and I just wrote this as a short story, nothing more. I hope you enjoyed the story.

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Romantic in her Heart

A boy broke her heart. She like him, he liker her. But, not in the same way. He liked her just a bit, like a casual crush. She liked him more, like a potential boyfriend way. He talked to other girls, she talked to him. She felt guilty if she talked to other guys. She would stop it at the beginning, thinking of him.
Now, he doesn’t text her anymore. He doesn’t ask to hang out.

She is distressed, confused, doesn’t understand what this means. Did he find someone else? then what about all the times they hung out? Was it for nothing?
Romantic in her heart, once she allows herself to like someone, she develops feelings quickly. She ignores and finds excuses for his slip ups and thinks too much of the little things he does.

Now, she had all these feelings for him and doesn’t know what to do with them. Could she really develop such feelings so quickly? In a world where everyone has been telling her to be careful, not to trust anyone, to think before she acts, she finally allowed herself to like someone, but she got hurt. She finally thought she could be herself with him, tell him about her day, relax and laugh with him. She had all these ideas, but now she has to give up on them. She is really hurt but keeps on going like nothing happened.

She keeps telling herself she was stupid to think so much ahead, to develop feelings, to think about him, but there was nothing she could do. She is a romantic in her heart after all.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Exploring

Exploring is
part of one’s soul.
An adventurer
has no other choice but
to travel.
His soul forces him to travel.
He seeks the unknown.
She takes the path with no footprints.
Together,
they create harmony.
Together,
they feel fulfilled.
They feel at peace.

It is a gift to have such a soul,
a soul that only rests
when exploring new places,
a soul that only is at ease
when her legs hurt from miles
and miles
it took just to see
something new.

To have such a soul
is both
a blessing
and a curse.
To have such a soul
that never rests
but always travels.

Unknown

She ventured
into the unknown.
Unknown country
unknown city
unknown people.
She felt alone.
Homesick.
She came to explore,
to see,
to experience.
So she stayed.
She was brave.
She was strong.
She was alone.

But,
she enjoyed it.
It gave her strength, power
to be whatever
She
wanted to be.
No rules.
No limitations.
Just freedom.

No one knew her,
so she could be her true self.

She Gave so Much

She Gave so Much
She loves
with all her heart,
she loves.
But,
it feels as
it’s not good enough.
It feels as
she needs to give more.
But she can’t.
She gave it all
but no one gave back.

She doesn’t judge
she doesn’t ask
she loves
and hopes
to be loved back.

But others too busy to love,
never noticed.
She gave so much,
but never received.
So she disappeared,
day by day
little by little
slowly.

Until al it was left of her
were her eyes
filled with love for others
but dying
with no love for her.

Wondering

Wondering

Sitting in her room
she gazed out the window.
Sunny day,
she thought.
Beautiful day.

Yet,
she wasn’t.
Scared by her past,
scared by wrong love,
she hurt.
Badly.

Wondering if it’ll go away,
she didn’t know
happiness
was right behind corner.

And so,
she sat
in her room,
gazing out the window,
Wondering.

Sonet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

 

Big and Rich City

In a big and rich city, such as New York City, there is a kid all by himself. He is not the only one that is alone on the streets. There are others across the globe, but no one really cares. He tries his best to survive and often gets in trouble. He doesn’t mind, as long as he gets some food or something to drink. He lives in, what some would call, other side of the city. The dark and dangerous side, the dirty side, the ‘unknown’ side where police doesn’t dare to enter.

Yet somehow, a kid manages to survive. A young boy, not more than 15, has lived in these parts for years. Who would allow something like this? A kid living on the street? And not just one kid. Yet society moves on. People might get a fleeting sense of guilt or the need to help, but it doesn’t really stay with them. They forget all about it soon. It is easier to live in their homes like that.

The kid could be the brightest one in class, he could be a genius for science or literature, but he will never get the chance to see. He won’t go to regular schools, if we will go to school at all. He won’t go to college. He won’t have anybody to take care of him, no family. He is on his own in this big and rich city.

The boy will lead an adventurous life. Every day will be an adventure for him. Every day he will discover new places, new people. and every day he will realize people are indifferent. If something doesn’t affect them personally, they won’t give it much thought. We are all guilty of it. We keep expecting somebody else will do it. Most of the time, no one will. The boy will be on his own. Somebody’s son, somebody’s brother is alone in this world. How he survives is a mystery, but it surely isn’t a nice way to live. No one should have to experience it.

He probably thinks to himself how we would like to have a house and a family when he grows up, maybe even a dog. How we would like to have breakfast every morning and water to drink daily. Oh, how grateful he would be for those little things. Little things we all take for granted.

They boy will give his best to achieve his dreams. He will give his best to find some comfort in his life. They boy is a fighter.

….

I wrote this post to make us all think how much we have. I wanted to show us that we should be grateful for what we have because we have a lot. We should cherish every moment we spend with our families in our homes with food on our table ready to be eaten. If we have this, we have a lot. Be grateful for whatever you have.

The post is something I wrote to show how much we have and it isn’t based on any specific person. I wrote it from my perception and experience and I hope it will make you think about others. I hope it will change your perspectives a bit and make you think.

As for the boy and others like him, I hope he succeeds. I hope he achieve his dreams, because he is the one that deserves them the most. Kids like him across the world are those who deserve their dreams the most as they have suffered the most from our cruelty and ignorance.

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