Are you the father of  Alexander Dumas ? Or the mother of  Mother Teresa . Umm…In my view, you might be the sister of  Hitler. Or brother of  Pasang Lahmu Sherpa. Yeah, that might be the right answer, if not then  WHO ARE YOU?  Are you the educating fellow who travels 30mins of path carry 2.5kgs of load on back, chew happy dent between his gums and blast it when everyone is numb or the one who has studied for parents and done assignments for the teachers. Then you are just the “Student”; an uneducated one. Are you the one putting on the BB cream for an hour, charging mobile until it exceeds its limit, dressing like that is your masterpiece and flying in front of the camera as if you got some wings, gesturing like a motion of shark fins, and thinking that you are doing a great thing. Hold on…the world is watching and you present yourself like that? Maybe that dress has puzzled you as if you are an angle. Had heard “Angles can ...

Hugging pillow with one hand, other full of lipstick and gajal and claiming that very innocent pillow with an innocent voice as their " BROTHER". The Brother that put lipstick on his lips and forehead. The Brother that put gajal as his eyes, eyebrows, and eyelashes. Thats why my lips are pink, eyebrows are dark in color and yes of course face as a ponds powder. Holding that pillow with their warm arms to not to let it fall from the bed. Kissing its forehead and singing the story to make it sleep. Within those two rocks, it was safe Safe enough to get enough warmness in that tough winter. Safe enough to dream about its girlfriends. Safe enough that ghost won't drag and take it away. Cause it was not on the edge but in the middle so theirs turn first. :D Safe enough to spread its legs over theirs. Safe enough to thrust the blanket CZ there were its guards who won't let it freeze. Once upon a time in ITAHARI, that pillow suffered from ...