The sense of effort that comforts the departure not always is the bewilderment, but the memories of that vision, and the aching of your heart that longs for their presence when they are apart. It always is amazing to know how quickly time flows. The memories once so memorable to us will along with time probably fade away, if not completely washed out. With it, those painful moments are no different because they are the ones we first wish to erase from our minds and hearts. The weeds of the desert lives on, but the flower of spring blooms on, or so they say. Yes. The flowers of spring blooms on, and these are my flowers of spring and those of autumn, which have not forgotten to bloom, neither to wither.
It was the beginning of the year 2006 and the end of 2007 that changed my destiny…my future, and made me who I now am. The memories of the very year cast its aroma and spellbound me as I remember them. And yet, those fragrance fades away with the turbulence that had raised in the ocean…the very turbulence which I never thought could destine and shape my future forever.
It was the first day of my high school. As a freshman, I had lots of dreams and hopes that I carried along until the violent turbulence started causing devastation in my life. Those irreparable damages that I would have to live forever.
(of a novel I’m trying to write.)
About Me
- Pratik Rimal
- Kathmandu, Nepal
- Ever since I first started to write my first poem and article, I've loved to write. I continue to learn to write. In doing so, I let my feelings, thoughts, and emotions run wild and let people know what I intend to say, what I want to say. For me, writing is a creative expression to express what we never can say by speaking... Your readings and feedback are always important to me. Therefore, I wish that you'd write to me. My email address: pratik.rimal@hotmail.com Cell: +977-98511-42610
And you have proved yourself as a wonderful writer no matter how devastating the turbulence had been... :)
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