Hi, I have been pursuing a missing soul of mine for the last thirteen years and finally found her in Sajha after an exhausting and gruesome journey of thousands of miles and hundred thousands of hours. Unfortunately, she seems to have lost her memory. All of my efforts to bring the cognizance of our pure and pellucid love back into her mind have so far been sterile. But how could I concede to forfeit my soul. And here I hope I have the magic wand to resuscitate her. I believe this flashback of many long years ago will eventually revive her into who she really is. Sweetheart, Just try to remember that eventful spring day when you promised with your hand in my heart that we will live together and perish together. Close your eyes and aspire to listen to the very truth of both of our life. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The atmosphere was grey. Thunders were roaring above. Flashes of lightening lit the skyline time and again. The whizzing sound of trees blown by the terrific wind echoed the climax of ghost movies. I was frightened but she was clearly trembling with fear. She threw herself on me and I held her in my arms for a while. We both cling to each other tenaciously so that the ghastly wind would not rip us apart. We were left marooned literally on a desert in the sandstorm. So we did our best to protect ourselves from the nasty weather. After a while there was a lull in the spring storm. We hurried ourselves past the trees across the trail to a temple. The temple was just in the edge of the jungle and we were not too far away from there when the weather changed its face. As we reached the temple, rain poured down heavily. But we were safely through to a shelter where there was enough space for us to be covered from the torrential rain. The temple was not too big but it was recently built. It was ?geru? painted (geru = red clay used for painting homes in the villages) with broad white ?Kamero? washed stripes. There were some pale red smears in the wall, which were bloodstains of animals sacrificed a week ago in Dashain. That morning was however bright and we had met each other after a while. I was back home for Dashain leave from Kathmandu where I was a new college student. In fact, she was two batches junior to me and was studying in the same school as I did. There were few days left for us to be together before my leave would finish. So that day was all set for us. And the woods past the meadow couple of miles away from my home were the perfect place for us to revamp our emotions. Thus we were there, where no one except the chirping birds would see us stirring our cup of love without any fear. A place of solitude, where only two souls with a single faith called love could meet and do what they wanted. But ours was an unblemished love that grew with our growth, so there was no question of any lust and desires rushing over our vein. And we were just too immature to think anything beyond our childhood love that meant sharing our trust and dream to one another. We sat beside each other in the shade of a Jamun (cherry-like fruit) tree, surrounded by some shrubs. We were afraid to be spotted by some one who knew us. So, we couldn?t dare to sit in an open place although there was nothing to hide. She sat beside me and leaned on my side as we talked. She went on asking mouthful of questions about Kathmandu and my college and my new friends and many things. I replied every question as well as I could. She said she aimed to be a doctor and I said medicine was not my cup of tea. ??Hey, why don?t you want to be a doctor? I want both of us to be doctors. Logne swasni nai doctor (couples being doctors) he he he.?? See, I don?t want to be a doctor and I can?t be a doctor. Huh. Don?t want to be a doctor? Why? You don?t want to get married with me? Than her face turned red, as if she felt offended for embarrassing me. I smiled and she smiled back at me. She glared at my eyes with her bigger ones and went- ?I don?t care what you become but you are mine. Sabin is mine even if he becomes a khalasi he he he.? She always exceeded me in everything, even while talking to each other. I could hardly reply and she would come up with another bizarre idea. But that day, she had the same thing in mind-doctor. The sunlight was slowly fading and the dark clouds were gathering momentum above us in the sky. I thought we should leave now for home but she insisted me to stay longer. ?Sabin you have got to become a doctor. You have the potential to be a doctor. And I want to be a doctor as well. That?s my dream for you and me.? ?Oh come on Sabi. To become a doctor is not a joke. You can aim of it, you can dream but that?s a daunting task.? Well, you give up coward. But I don?t. I will be a doctor and I will marry you even if you can?t fulfil my aspirations. Mind you, but I love you darling and you must be a doctor. That?s it? I laughed at her persistence. She stared at me disapprovingly. Then she stood up, knelt on my side and kissed on my forehead. She used to be expressive verbally and emotionally but I never reciprocated. I was a shy creature but that day she asked for a kiss and I unwontedly paid her back. A sweet, delicious taste of her lips vibrated with mine, and I felt strange. It was a first ever experience for me and for her as well. I could be assertive for her because I never found her with other boys than me. We were engrossed deeply in our conversation. Then, there was that strong wind blowing all around us. Birds flew back to the trees and the roaring sound of the pre-summer gale (chaite hure) disturbed the serenity of our place. I looked around and found darkness surrounding us in the edge of the woods. Then we had to rush towards the temple. ****** ************* ****************** Hatterika k k lekhiechha k k. Shall I continue my write up friends? It?s up to you.