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It's terrible that so many people are dying from Covid. I hear records being broken so often for the highest daily Covid death toll. Literally, tens of thousands of people are dying every single day. I hardly ever go outdoors, but at least today I happened to briefly glance out a window and see a flower blooming. https://photos.app.goo.gl/GRASsmS8wf1Q9hEYA Not this flower, I'm just taking this opportunity to show the ugliest flower I've ever seen so that you appreciate other plants more. My own backyard managed to be disconcerting because I was just so used to the same old furniture and computer screen that represent my stagnant and colorless life indoors. This blossoming flower was as if a random child had called my name out of nowhere. Once I focused, my first thought was: this flower is kind of ugly—though not as ugly as the one in the above shot. It was just your average flower-that-is-also-definitely-a-weed, you know what I mean. I just searched up “what do you call a weed flower?” A mistake. Hopefully, this was obvious, but I didn't mean a flower that is weed, I meant a flower that is a weed: an infestation that clogs up your yard and magically sprouts from concrete. . . . don't do weed. Moving on, the pandemic has made me bitter, and the minimal social contact has caused my emotions to become bottled up. How dare some plant grow and live when literally tens of thousands of people are dying every day? Then, I realize: at least this albeit weird, random, and little flower gets to grow and live when people are dying every day. At least, life will continue, even if humans die out. Plenty of weird, random, and little things, like my younger brother and other pests, are just too stubborn to ever give up. They'll live on no matter where we've gone. Where there are flowers, there is hope, even if, correction, even when they're ugly (because there will always be ugly ones). Yes, where there is nature, even when it's ugly and actually turns out to be weeds, there is hope. I don't know if I missed nature the most in terms of feelings. In fact, I haven't given it a single thought until today, but it's like I'm meeting it all over again, and it's, well, amazing. https://photos.app.goo.gl/Sq592iVk2SKWk48J7 And any nature you see is bound to be prettier than the spiky dandelion copycat growing out of my family's green onions. I thought maybe I'd write something nice about flowers and hope but was extremely let down to find no other flowers in the backyard for inspiration. As a last resort, I turned to the stuff growing on top of the green onions, which I think look too weird to even be classified as weeds. They actually seem kind of exotic or maybe my brain is getting fuzzy because I need sleep. I spent a whole second looking for my glasses before I realized that I was wearing them. In the end, the green onion stalks are edible, and that's what really matters. In the afternoon, I went outside to ponder the plant some more. I took a step out of the door, and the first things I noticed were the sun and its warmth, the sky and how blue it is, the plants and how they seem to glow with green life, and then the little bugs and how they crawl around. It was a perfect sunny day (despite the bugs). The distant noise made it seem like I was a part of the world again. Without a mask covering my nose and mouth, even the air I breathed seemed fresher and sweeter. I felt free. I felt alive. The previous paragraph was all in my head. When I went out, it was completely dark already, which is probably why I couldn't find proper flowers. I did notice that the moon, stars, and night sky were beautiful. This was probably because of the contrast between the dark, black sky and the bright, white moon and stars. There were also the vague shapes that seemed to be both in the stars as constellations and in the moon as shadowy figures. There was the silence. However, I only registered the colors and shapes in my unconscious mind. Consciously, I just noticed that the night was beautiful and spent a few seconds marveling at it. Then, I noticed the silence. Next, I was too busy running around with a phone as a makeshift flashlight trying to find flowers, so I didn't notice anything abstract. Finally, I got too cold and didn't want to get bitten by mosquitoes, so I made do with the green onions and went back into my cozy home. It hadn't seemed that cozy and welcoming for a long time because it had slowly faded into the background, as is easy for literal background to do. I guess it can be better to think of home as a safe place and destination so that you're happy to be there instead of indifferent because it's just the background. A lot of stories probably end with this sentence, so here it is: I was glad to be home. Side note: Part of this story is sarcastic. I only wish to make hope more meaningful by showing that anyone, even if they're feeling angry or cynical, can find that hope.
Dr Sandesh Lamsal is a well-known social media influencer from Nepal. Recently, he was seen sharing the screen with popular Nepali singers Raju Pariyar, Khuman Adhikari, Arjun Sapkota, Shanti Shree Pariyar, Laxmi Khadka and Apsara Oli in the music video entitled "Batti Panasma" feat. models Bikram Nepali and Reshma Subedi. The video premiered on "Panas Films" Official YouTube Channel has gained about 250K views in 1 month along with lots of positive comments and feedback from the audience. While talking with the production team, we came to know that Dr Sandesh Lamsal was invited by the singer Khuman Adhikari for the guest appearance. Khuman Adhikari further added, "It's a matter of pride that the young and new generation's internet sensations are actively supporting and promoting Nepali folk and traditional songs. Nepali Music Industry will always be grateful for such kind of support from the new generation influencers and internet celebrities." While another popular Nepali singer Raju Pariyar, who has given voice to more than 15,000 Nepali songs commented, "Nepalese Internet celebrities like Dr Sandesh Lamsal are the face of Nepali Music Industry in the very near future. The interest and dedication which he has shown towards Nepali Folk Songs are very appreciable." He further added, "We want to see more talents like Dr Sandesh in Nepali Music Industry." Dr Sandesh Lamsal has a huge fan base on Instagram (@Sandesh.1994). He is the first Nepalese Male to hit 1 Million on Instagram. Similarly, his fan base on Indian Social Media Platforms Like MOJ, JOSH, CHINGARI, CHANGA, etc can't be underestimated. Dr Sandesh Lamsal is frequently seen promoting Nepali culture, tradition and language in India through his verified pages on these platforms.
Flowers and Silences The dim darkness-the diffused light-dimness of one merging into the other-imparting more length to the long trees that are standing like stretched out shadows wearing stars in their hair- silence is imparting more depth to the darkness in this advaita where darkness is merged into silence, my mind wakes up, now not only sound but even a ray of light is a violent disturbance to the profoundness of peace- in such moments deep truths unveil themselves-now I realize it is not sound but in silence melody lives- I am born out of flowers and silences- while passing my hand brushed against a flower, I asked 'are you bruised? ‘‘Me or you' smiling, the flower questioned back- the heart of my pen broke and split blood; - I do not know which paper can bear this pen- In the gigantic silences of forests, which touch the blue skies, the carpenter bird pecks at the trunks of great trees which echo, far reaching sounds-what can he do among the tiny crotons? I ate days like fruits-now I eat drops of tears like grapes- frightened by the sun took refuge under shades-sitting on the pavement eating dreams from eyes like ice cream with spoons- measuring my life with dark evenings- I distributed my wealth once with metres, now I scatter with handfuls my future letting it fly in all directions-I washed my heart in tears and dried it over poetry- walked past wearing people on my body like shawls-in the assemblies of flames; in countries abroad I raised my gypsy voice and sang mixing earth and sky- this country is the graveyard of my genius- however fast I walk the distance remains the same. This land is thirsty for my blood, it is snoring in the little shades of pigmy trees- I picked my pen and dipped it in the sun to write a summer song for my nation- - Seshendra Sharma http://seshendrasharma.weebly.com
Let's say you're lost in the woods. Again. So, you check your phone. Great, no signal. Shocker. But wait! Your mom made you bring that ridiculous old map! You pull it out of your backpack and unfold it. And unfold it. And unfold. Unfold. Unfold. How big can this thing get? Unfold. One last time? Unfold, and nope. Unfold again. Okay! It's open! That's when it strikes you. The sheer size of the map, the way the paper crinkles when you flick your wrist to straighten it—it makes you feel something. It's almost ethereal. The yellow paper is covered in lines going all which ways in varying colors; their direction indecipherable upon first glance. You lay the map down on the leaf-covered forest floor and manage to pinpoint where you are on the map, somehow. You're surrounded by inked-in trees with their green hue no more than a highlight. You'd never take them for trees if there was no legend in the corner. Among all the trees and roads and rivers and ponds and bridges and parks, you're such a small dot on the map. It puts the size of the whole world into perspective. But enough existential crises for the day, after all, you went to the woods to avoid one, right? As you're looking at the map, you notice a small town nearby. But it can't be there, right? You came from that direction. Oh, if only you knew about paper towns. But you don't. So you fold the map up and head in the direction of the copyright trap, doomed to forever roam the woods. That's the beauty of maps. They're so reliable, and yet you still need to have your own knowledge and logicality. Most people use maps as a means to an end, but few truly appreciate their beauty. No one uses paper maps anymore. Most use phones or mobile GPS devices, but this also takes away a lot of beauty. Imagine the crinkling of the paper while it's being unfolded, or the soft brushing noise it makes when you lay it flat. GPS can't do that. The feeling evoked when using a paper map… it's unlike anything else. Nearly indescribable. It's the feeling of reuniting with our past. When a map is opened, the world is, too. You can suddenly imagine you're in another time. Imagine another life. No longer are you a generation z college student in 2020 on the way to an off-the-beaten-path park, you're now a flower child in the 70s on your way to Woodstock, navigating while your boyfriend drives the car. Your feet are up on the dash and the paper is rose-colored by your tinted glasses. This is the power that paper maps have. When they're opened, it sparks nostalgia and hiraeth. It sparks a longing for something that we've never experienced, but that we somehow know. The crinkling. The feeling of when the pads of your fingertips brush on its surface, looking for something. When it unfolds to larger than life proportions, and yet barely even shows any of our huge world. GPS is meager in comparison, but it allows for a different beauty. More than once I've driven down unfamiliar roads and taken random turns with the windows down and the wind blowing and the music loud. You feel free with no plans and no direction. It's an open road. Making decisions with the flip of a coin, the pick of a hat, or, hell, even meenie miney moe. When you're ready to journey home, if you're ever ready, you simply turn on the GPS to your address and go home. When the GPS turns on, the magic vanishes. It's as if bringing flame near fairies. The magic is yanked away and reality returns. There are no more random turns. There are no more mysterious roads. There is no unknown destination. The adventure is over when you know the way back home. Statistica.com says that nearly half of all people use GPS as a form of navigation, which seems low for the busyness of our world. Everyone is about the destination. There's no care for the journey. The device guides a lost person with its robotic, monotone voice, while cars honk and people shout and static plays on the radio and air conditioner blows and passengers talk and the world is loud. Now go back. Go back to the thought of the wind and music and endless possibilities. Go back to when you were driving with the direction of random odds. Nothing compares. While GPS allows for such freedom, it is also the reason for the end of it.
The night seemed shorter than expected just like any of the good times ever before you realize, it just fades away. Danni, the less drunk of the trio, drove Mina and Ema back to their residence where they planned to call it a night and all were off to bed. When Ema woke up the next morning, she saw Mina was getting dressed up and Danni had already left perhaps. She was having a bad hangover, so she went to the kitchen to make herself some lemonade. Mina apologized, “Hey Ema, sorry, I am a bit in a rush, need to headway to the office,” “But it's only Sunday, “exclaimed Ema. “I know I know; my editor wants me to submit the pictures and the draft for the article from yesterday, it needs to go for publishing in the Sunday evening today. I need to get the prints developed and drop it at the office, so will catch up a post that, “informed Mina. “Sure, do grab some coffee and breakfast on the way,” advised Ema. “Sure!”, rushed Mina out the door, the uber was already waiting! Ema slowly finished sipping her lemonade and was making some more back coffee to get over the hangover. She started browsing through pictures from last night on her iPhone and couldn't stop laughing at the fun time they had. After browsing through some pictures, she suddenly realized that Danni wasn't in any of them, “How strange! She was with me all night, she should have been in all the selfies and pictures I clicked on my phone”, she thought to herself. She slowly started to get spooked. “Did Danni edit her out of the pictures before she left? No not possible, “she explained herself. As she finished watching all the photos, she realized something was extremely strange. Either someone was trying to joke with her, or it was something spooky. She tried dialling Danni again, the phone was ringing but no one picked up, and she realized Danni told her had lost her phone yesterday. She quickly got dressed and drove her car to Danni's apartment. The room was locked and didn't seem like anyone was home, She had the spare keys so sneaked in. The house was speck clean, without a trace of anyone been there this morning, “Perhaps Danni came back home, cleaned the house, and left for the hospital? But she had a day off, maybe an emergency case?”, Ema wondered. She headed her way to the hospital and while almost near it she saw a huge gathering and a police barricade. She stopped and parked the car to ask the standby people as to what was happening. “Yesterday, a nurse was brutally murdered early morning by the man who had run away from the asylum and later committed suicide. Their bodies were found in the forest by a woodcutter this morning”, responded a bystander.
Light Space Time 10th Annual “Botanicals” Online Art Competition of 844 international entries included “Broach" and "Monet Liliaceae 2" awarded Special Merit after top 15 artists “Broach” features Jasmine taken recently in Knopp Park nestled in Little Rock, AR just as the sun was rising while birds sang and lovely people welcomed to me to their neighborhood walk. “Monet Liliaceae 2” is inspired hy Monet's impressionism and features a field of tulips also known as liliaceae “Only Iris for You" placed Special Recognition after this category “Only Iris For You” also recently came from Knopp Park. I was fortunate enough to see this lovely Iris at its peak. “The gallery also included Special Merit awards and Special Recognition awards for outstanding art. Many of the artists in either of these groups could have easily been included in the upper tier of our winners, as their art was also exceptional.”
the tiniest hint of yellow reminds me of the sun on a summer day. the days where when we were younger would be filled with cookouts. adults sat on the porch, ice cold beers in hand and we sat on the grass, knees scraped up and hair slightly askew from a long day of mishap. i look at you -- yellow really was made for dark skin. those summer days were occupied with you practicing your mezzo soprano and myself sat upon the piano. the sun got lower as i pressed the keys and you belted out. the room became painted with a warm orange and our faces stained pink from the sky; the white clouds lowered. the sky is coming down and we're laid across a blanket that was placed on dewy strands of grass. it's just me, you and some rain. the tiniest hint of blue reminds me of the sky on summer nights. the nights where when we were older featured us talking about awry subjects. my head would fall onto your shoulder because the night was taking over me; my eyelids would droop, but they never closed because you wanted me awake with you. you look at me -- blue really was made for pale skin. those summer nights were never-ending because we couldn't fall asleep. it was three a.m. and your bedroom walls were coated in a deep blue, our faces illuminated by moonlight; the white clouds finally disappeared. 'my flowers remind me of summer days and yours remind me of summer nights, it matches'
“You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.” -Stephen Chbosky I have this favorite book by Stephen Chbosky entitled ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower'. He talked me out of how great it is to be a flower that blooms secretly on the side and not being plucked out because you are not getting noticed. He made me feel superior in that position where I could just get to see the other flowers being taken care of or being torn out, in another sense. Is that really it? I, in reality, see myself as a wallflower. I am proud myself going to campus, going to social events, going to various places and having people around me. I can actually converse with people and engage in normal conversation, such as, talking about exams, talking about our professors, talking about those new controversial couples in the department, or even talking about the shoes sale in the nearest department store. Nonetheless, in all cases, there is a part of me that hides, like a personality that wants to fly out, the ‘social butterfly'. I envy those people who are loud and vocal, can say whatever they want to say and can deal with arguments without feeling bad. Sad to say, I cannot do that, I am tied to the complimentary words and, with all the nodding and smiling. It feels like, I just always need to agree. I am afraid to hurt others' feelings. I am afraid they will hate me. I am afraid to feel alone, so I believe it will be better to hide the other side of me. I envy those people who can be friends with people whom they just met without being nervous and awkward. I am wondering where they get their charismatic personalities to attract numerous people in their life. Personally, it takes me years to be considered a person as a friend. I find it hard to consider a person as a friend whom I just see in the department, in the organization's meetings, at family reunions or even my roommate in just one semester. I envy those people who always have the energy to socialize without feeling tired. For myself, I feel so exhausted after talking to a few people in just a day or talking in front for a project presentation. I view myself as a battery that is being consumed for talking or even facing up people. My comfort zone is on the walls. I feel contented but restrained in that position. There are just so many words I want to say and so many things I want to do but believe they are not for me. I am attached to the wall and the struggling part is that I cannot get out of it.