It was not long ago I had talked to her. She was happy to be going to Sydney for vacation and meet up her sister after long time. She was jovial as usual, and as courteous as she always was. She used to call me with jyu added to my name. I never like people calling me formally, but when she called me that there was familiar tone in that which made me like the way she called me Juggyjyu. I met her here. We used to have this thread going on here back in time called nautanki (café) thread. It used to be group of people from all over the world. Some were from Australia, some were from Europe and some were from US. All having their own life at home away from home. Bored at work and without facebook, sajha was the place back then where we used to kill our time. We grew up as a family and with facebook taking over sajha and everything else connected through there. I was student back then and was about to graduate desperately looking for job.
“Kaam paundaina tmro company ma?” I asked her one day.
“CV pathaunus na Juggyjyu, ma mero supervisor lai dekhaunchhu.”
Although she have not even met me at all she was willing to believe my credentials and show my CV to her boss. I got job  in university soon after and never asked her about it again. She was working in some eastern European country back then and we used to talk about mundane stuff about life whenever we met online. She was enthusiastic, she was funny and always humble.
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I met her online once after about an year in 2009. She had moved to London and working in her company headquarters there. We talked about past days and she told me she has met someone special there. And she was planning to get married to him. I congratulated her and asked her to invite me to her marriage. She said sure and we got busy with our life again. Sometime later after that I got message from her on facebook asking for my number in Nepal. I sent her my number and she called me next day.
“Hello” I said in my sleepy voice. It was late in morning and being late night sleeper, I always wake up late.
“sutirakhnu bha juggy jyu?” someone with pretty voice was on other side.
“ko bolnu bhayeko?” I asked waking up to pretty voice.
“Ma……” she told me her name. “ohoo, achamma bho. Kahile aayeko?” I asked her.
She was in Nepal for her engagement. And she sounded very happy with things happening in her life. We talked about random things about how she met him and all and she invited me to her engagement. We would have meet then, but strike foiled up that plan.
The meeting never materialized.
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I saw her online last month again, and told her my plan to come to London this Christmas. We made plan to make sure nothing goes wrong meeting each other this time. She told me her plan to marry somewhere in March and I was pre invited. I offered to make pictures for her wedding. She joked around the price of hiring me, and I agreed to work for good food and some drinks. She was leaving for Australia next week and meeting her sister there. She left for Sydney next week.
“checked in taipei now! phone is not working so cant make calls. —at Taoyuan International Airport - Taipei.” She updated her status from Taipei.
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I was browsing through facebook yesterday and saw a condolence page for her tagging her picture. I thought it was a joke. Then I checked her wall on facebook. It was filled with condolence message from all of her friends. I was shocked. I could not believe my eyes, either that or I was trying not to believe it. I searched for news relating to it.
“A Nepalese tourist who died during a diving course in Sydney yesterday had only recently become engaged to her partner and was due to get married in March. Relatives told Nine News the 28-year-old, who lived in London, was visiting Australia to fulfil a lifelong dream of learning to scuba dive when the accident happened at Camp Cove, near harbourside suburb Watsons Bay, in Sydney's east, about 5pm yesterday.”
I could not believe my eyes. Although I have never met her in real life, she was one of most wonderful person I have talked to.
I tried hard to believe that she is no more. I am still not able to believe the truth. I wished to meet her, and I should have.
Life is too short. Life is too short to not enjoy every day.
That was what she used to say.
I hope she is fine and resting in peace wherever she is. I hope she is as jovial as she was here.
You will be missed my dear friend. I wish we could have met up and drank up that drinks we had promised each other. I hope, your family has enough strength to cope with whatever happened.
Rest in peace my dear friend, rest in peace. You will be missed, dearly.