Eating litchies…..
Reminds me of Barbie…not the doll…but the angel disguised in human form.
My best pal in Nepal…amidst the Katmandu valley..
We both sat there eating lichis .. licking churan.. running down the slopes of the valley. Pondering over the height of Himalayas. All of 8 years..broken teeth..she called me didi at the age of 11 ½. Gave me a sense of belonging to hers!!!
Waiting ever year for me to return….
Seeing her joy when I called out her name when I return…be it at 2 am or 2 pm….
Eating barbeque chicken at the captain’s house. Playing with the kanchas…dressing up her dolls…*barbie’s barbies* ..though I didn’t like it…I did it for her…I did everything I could for her… bunk going to casinos cuz she wasn’t well…or just plain she didn’t want me to go and stay up with her…sharing almost all meals in the day and watching small wonders together..getting screwed by my nani and her dadi….oh what days!! What days!!..of sheer, pure innocence and happiness and ignorance!!!!
All I can term it now is as a careless memory!!!...a person I would never think I would get sooo attached to…. I don’t know whether she remembers!!! But those were my holidays in Nepal…every year for 6years!!!! With Barbie!!..One of my fondest memories of Childhood…
Ah haa a careless memory of a friendship in nepal….
Eating litchies
So easy to disturb with a thought with a whisperWith a careless memory with a careless memoryWith a careless memory with a careless memoryWith a careless memory
Eating litchis….
Reminds me of Barbie…not the doll…but the angel disguised in human form.
My best pal in Nepal…amidst the Katmandu valley..
We both sat there eating lichis .. licking churan.. running down the slopes of the valley. Pondering over the height of Himalayas. All of 8 years..broken teeth..she called me didi at the age of 11 ½. Gave me a sense of belonging to hers!!!
Waiting ever year for me to return….
Seeing her joy when I called out her name when I return…be it at 2 am or 2 pm….
Eating barbeque chicken at the captain’s house. Playing with the kanchas…dressing up her dolls…*barbie’s barbies* ..though I didn’t like it…I did it for her…I did everything I could for her… bunk going to casinos cuz she wasn’t well…or just plain she didn’t want me to go and stay up with her…sharing almost all meals in the day and watching small wonders together..getting screwed by my nani and her dadi….oh what days!! What days!!..of sheer, pure innocence and happiness and ignorance!!!!
All I can term it now is as a careless memory!!!...a person I would never think I would get sooo attached to…. I don’t know whether she remembers!!! But those were my holidays in Nepal…every year for 6years!!!! With Barbie!!..One of my fondest memories of Childhood…
Ah haa a careless memory of a friendship in nepal….
Eating litchies
So easy to disturb with a thought with a whisperWith a careless memory with a careless memoryWith a careless memory with a careless memoryWith a careless memory
Eating litchis….
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