It's me Rojan

तिम्रो खैरो केशको छायामा म हराइ राखुला मुटु भित्र थोरै ठाउँ देउ मलाई प्रिय   ×2 म त्यही हराइ राखुला तिम्रो खैरो केशको छायामा म हराइ राखुला बाटो छ धेरै लामो   ×2 सोचेको भन्दा नि छ है गाह्रो, त्यही पनि जिन्दगी भरी डोराइ राख्नु मलाई प्रिय म हात समाइ राखुला तिम्रो खैरो केशको छायामा म हराइ राखुला दुःख त आई नै हाल्छन् ती खुला आकाशका बादल छाइ नै रहन्छन्   ×2 त्यही पनि हाँसी राख प्रिय म हँसाइ राखुला तिम्रो खैरो केशको छायामा म हराइ राखुला क्षणिको दूरी पनि धेरै लाग्छ रिसाएको मुहार देख्दा पनि मुटुमा उमङ्ग जाग्छ त्यसैले रिसाई राख्नु प्रिय म फर्काई राखुला तिम्रो खैरो केशको छायामा म हराइ राखुला

For seven years, my world was this cell. Gray walls. Loud noises. Bad food. Then they told me: "Tomorrow, you hang. For killing your friend, Ram." At first, it was great. I was "Tomorrow's Man." The star! They gave me a new shirt. It was soft and clean. I got a real pillow for my bed. The guard even called me "sir"! I felt like a king in a castle. I got my last meal. A huge, greasy pepperoni pizza. All for me! I ate it slow, tasting every bite. I wrote letters. I wrote to Mom. "Don't be sad," I wrote. "I'm fine." That was a lie. I wrote to my little sister. She's having a baby. "Be a good mom," I wrote. "Name him something strong." I felt like a wise man, giving advice. Night came. I wasn't scared. I was special. Morning came. They walked me to the room. It was small and clean. There was a trapdoor. And a rope. That's when my heart started. Boom. Boom. Boom. Like a drum. They put a hood over m...

A few days later, I saw him. In the library, I looked up. My heart stopped. A boy sat by the window. He looked exactly like me from before. Same hair. Same eyes. My old face. I panicked. I hid behind a shelf, shaking. Was he real? I waited until everyone left. Outside, a soft rain fell. I stood under the roof. "Hey." I turned. It was him. Up close, he was a breathing photo of my past. He smiled shyly. "Rain's annoying," he said. "Share my umbrella?" I nodded. We walked close. Our arms brushed and stayed touching. He asked my name. I told him. He laughed softly. "Mine too." Before leaving, he asked, "Coffee tomorrow?" "Yes," I said, too fast. The next day, I got ready with a nervous heart. We drank coffee and talked for hours. We talked about feeling out of place. The sun set, painting the sky. He looked at me like I was precious. He kissed me. It was slow and careful. I kissed him back. Later, he whispered, ...

Lucky Bamboo was a gift from my colleague. It was small, simple, and beautiful. Not even a year has passed since she gave it to me, yet it feels like it has been part of my life for much longer. I placed it near the north side window of my room, where sunlight never comes directly. When it first came to me, it was a little yellow and very small. I gently placed it there and started caring for it, changing its water and watching it quietly. Soon, I began to notice small changes. That corner of my room seemed just right for it. Day by day, it started to grow. The yellow slowly faded, and fresh green leaves appeared. It grew taller and stronger, and every small change filled my heart with joy. Over time, it became more than a plant. It became a silent friend. It stands there quietly, watching my room and my life unfold. Every two weeks, I change its water, and in return, it stays fresh and calm. It has seen me in all my moods happy, sad, tired, angry, and hopeful. It never speaks, yet its...

This evening, as I lay on my bed, I saw a warm red light glowing through my window. I thought, why not enjoy the view from the rooftop? When I reached the roof, it was breathtaking. I could see the entire mountain range, bathed in the golden evening light. The sun’s rays painted them in shades of red beautiful and a little terrifying at the same time. I turned toward the sunset, where colors shifted from black to blue, orange to red. Scientists call it the pigment of light. Poets call it a poem. Lyricists call it a song. Writers call it a story. Just like these shades, every color every perspective has its own kind of beauty.

One perfectly normal morning, I woke up with a weird feeling like something was… off. My bed felt too soft, the air smelled faintly like flowers, and my chest felt… heavy? I sat up and nearly screamed. Big. Breast! Two enormous, jiggling mountains of flesh were squished beneath a soft pink nightgown. I yanked the blanket off and just stared. I stumbled to the mirror and there she was. Me but not me. Long, silky hair, big hips, pouty lips, and a face that could break hearts. A total bombshell. I blinked. She blinked. I poked my cheek. She poked hers back. “What the hell?!” I slapped myself. Still not dreaming. Heart pounding, I grabbed the phone on the table. It unlocked with my face her face. I checked the calendar, the apps, her notes. Same name. My name. College class schedule, some selfies, a weird shopping list with five kinds of lipsticks… and I just knew I was her now. I was in college. My college. Just… the girl version of me? I found a pair of skinny jeans , a tank t...

This isn’t a story it’s a reality check. If you were born between 2003 and 2006, chances are you joined Facebook between 2014 and 2018. And wow, what a magical time it was! Likes flying in, comment wars, friend requests from people you barely knew, pokes (RIP pokes), and that endless feed of memes and birthday wishes. It felt like the digital dream. But here’s the thing: behind all that glitter... the monsters were watching. And not just Facebook Google’s in on it too. Yes, that Google. As an Android user, let me share a personal experience. Whenever you open an app that has access to your camera, location, or microphone, Android helpfully shows a little icon a camera, a mic, or a map symbol near the battery percentage. It’s like your phone whispering, “Hey, someone’s watching you, buddy.” And that’s great! Users should know what’s being used and when. BUT and it’s a big BUT Google’s own apps play by different rules. Apps like Chrome, YouTube, and the Google search ...

Dear Me, If this letter ever reaches you, it means you're alive and hopefully doing well. I hope life has been kind to you. I hope you’ve made it. Maybe you have a great job or your own business. Maybe you're doing something you love and getting paid well for it. I truly hope you’re successful and happy, because right now, I’m working so hard just for that version of us. Every morning, I wake up at 5:00 AM. I go to college, attend my classes, and try to focus. After that, I go to work at 10:00 AM and stay there for 7 long hours. When I get home, I study again. Sometimes, I forget to eat or just don’t feel like eating. My days are packed, and my nights are short. It’s exhausting. I’ve started drinking black coffee without sugar and strangely, I think I’ve grown to like it. Maybe because it feels like strength in a cup. I don’t have much of a life outside of this routine. My world is mostly my PC monitor, some tabs on the browser, and the sound of keys clicking while I code...

As I was mourning my wife's death, I felt extremely nervous. My wife is gone. Her last word was "Aarush" our son's name as she held my right hand with her left. I was sitting beside the bed while she lay there, weak and helpless. I said, "Don’t leave me, darling," with tears in my eyes. She smiled, and slowly, her hand slipped out of mine. She was gone. I was all alone. What a mother she was. Even in her final moment, she thought of our son. But he doesn’t care about us now. He and his family live in the city. His wife doesn’t like us either. They never say it, but their eyes show everything. I’m an old man. I don’t know how to use smartphones. I only know how to use a telephone. I remembered I had my son’s number in the cupboard. When I opened the cupboard and started searching, I accidentally knocked over some papers and a photo album. As I picked them up, I noticed a piece of paper with our son's handwriting. It said, “Best parents in the world.” He h...

After high school, we had gone our separate ways, but one evening, I finally gathered the courage to reply to one of her Instagram stories. From there, things just flowed a few exchanged reels, inside jokes, and suddenly we were friends, casually chatting like we’d known each other forever. Then one ordinary day, out of nowhere, I saw her on a local bus. For a moment, I froze she had changed, yet something about her felt the same. Her features had matured gracefully; she wasn’t just pretty, she was stunning in a quiet, effortless way. Her skin glowed with a soft, sun-kissed warmth, and though she still wore those same lame glasses, they somehow suited her better now, adding to her charm. Her voice had changed too softer, more melodious, like honey poured over warm tea. We talked about our lives, laughing gently, the years melting away between us. And just as I was beginning to forget time, my stop came. “Bye,” I said. She smiled and replied, “Bye,” and for some reason, that one word f...

My empire has never fallen. And now, as its king, I ask myself have I done enough for my people? Was I a good king? I gave my whole life to this land. When I was just 18, my father died. From Prince Alden of Miswood, I became King Alden of Brenmar. Since that day, everything changed. Now, I must lead my people into war. The war council has ended. We are going to fight. Our enemy has gone too far. They killed our men in the streets. They raped our women. Even little girls were not spared. Babies were burned alive in their homes near the border. We are strong. But so are they. No matter what happens, history will remember me. If I win, they will call me a great king who never lost a war. But if I lose, they will say I was the one who led my people to their deaths. What if I lose? They will kill our people. They will rape every woman, including my queen. My son, Prince Albert Prince of Miswood, will be executed. My palace Crystalwatch the symbol of our power and beauty, will be destroye...

It was a regular day. The sun was shining brightly, and the raindrops from the morning still rested on my mother’s leaves. Birds were singing sweet songs from the nearby tree, and the gentle wind was moving my mother, which made me sway from side to side as if I were dancing. I felt so happy. This is how I want to live forever, I thought. Mother always told me that one day I would become the most beautiful flower in the garden. She said that when that day comes, I would feel the breeze more deeply, and it would kiss my petals. I believed her. Life felt peaceful, and I was enjoying every moment of it. Then suddenly, a human came near us. He touched me with his big hand. I thought maybe he found me beautiful maybe I was finally the flower Mother talked about. I used to love humans. One kind human would come every day and pour water on us. That cool touch of water was the best feeling I had ever known. But this human felt different. He pulled me hard, and with a loud twack, I was torn fro...

Angrily, I threw my phone onto the bed. “This girl…” I muttered to myself. Bzzz Bzzz my phone vibrated again. I glanced at the screen. It was a long paragraph, full of complaints about how immature I was, how I never listened to her. Back then, I brushed it off, but now when I think about those days… maybe she was right. Maybe I was the problem. It was the weekend. We hadn’t seen each other in a while, and I thought maybe that’s why we were arguing so much. So I decided to meet her, to stop the fight. I texted her, “There’s no point being angry with me, darling. Is there?” Surprisingly, that one message changed everything. She calmed down. She started replying to me like she used to. I sent her a reel she reacted to it. I felt so relieved, like the sky clearing after a storm. I asked her to meet me at the café we used to go to all the time. She agreed. When the time came, I texted, “Okay, I’m leaving home. Be there on time.” She replied, “Okay.” I reached the café and waited. She wa...

The warm sunshine that was streaming through the class room window was doing nothing to help my concentration as i sat in class trying to pay attention. The teacher's voice droning on about some dead men who fought wars hundred of years ago was slowly putting me to sleep. I wish i knew why someone thought that we should needed to learn about those dead people. "May i come in?" soft voice came from classroom door. Sculpted figure which was twine thin. Her waist was tapered and she had a burnished arched eyebrows with lens looked down on sweeping eyelashed. It could jolt you like an electric current if that megawatt smile give you full attention. I wanted to feel that ! Her voice was sweet as any songbird. I was just looking at her. "Hey you...standup!!" Teacher asked me. in loud voice. I tried to seem casual as i glanced up. My heart jumped and then i realized that teacher was looking at the person to my left. "You will be her new bench partner" Teac...

The early riser chirping, morning sun beams Peeking through the clouds. Birds about their morning rituals and a gentle breeze. The sparrow was sitting near by windowpane singing the song closer to my heart reminding me how beautiful life is. As the day advanced the rush increased. I woke up from my bed. "knock knock" sound came from my bedroom's door... She entered. "Good morning" she said with the delightful greetings. "Good morning" i replied."Get ready for the breakfast " she said and left the room. Instantly the cold breeze entered inside the room, full of magic filled with the promise of a new beginning. I was staring at the window. Suddenly a shadow crossed infront of my closed eyes blocking out morning sunlight warming my eyelids with soft red glow. A gentle wind caressed my cheek, exhale from the lips of her. "Breakfast is ready" she wishpired. There was a joy in how she did it as if for a moment she was happily absorbed b...

  I quickened my pace as the clouds began to gather in the sky. Droplets of water started to fall from the sky. I quickly ran towards the depot which was right infront of me. The roof of buses danced with spray and i could hear the murmuring of the rain. Sounded like the buzzing of angry bees. I was looking towards the road. Their was continuous inflow and outflow of vehicles. After a moments rain stoped . Blotting old gold colour of sun started to shine. Droplets of moisture began to drip from the grass leaf. Suddenly my phone rang."hello" i said. "Where are you?" She asked. The voice soothed my ear. That voice can give life to dead. "I am at the depot" i answered.                   "Look behind you"she said. She was standing their smiling shyly with the delightful greetings. I immediately went towards her and huged her tightly. "Uff finally" i whispered in her ear. That smell infused timeless fragrance of blossoms. She was li...

 The arc of color , sunshine through the falling rain. Bright against the sky light like a smile that warms the spirit. But everything is myths for me. I am color blind. I can see the colour but not as well as normal visioned person. When i look at rainbow , yellow stands out, purplis  blue a hint of red . Red tends to look orange to me. Green is not visible. Didn't know i was colourblind until i was 18 & only recently did i stop to recall how i drew rainbows as a child always using only red ,yellow & blue. I remember being skeptical when people spoke of seven colours & could make out more colours if i saw a rainbow shown on T.V . I just thought local rainbow were not standard one. However there are supposed to be special glasses available now that can help me to see color better. I have not tried them yet but i would like to...

The fresh breeze, a relief from howling winter winds. Since the clock have been turned back the days are so bright. As the day advanced, rush increased. I was standing on a bus stop. Checked my watch. "She is late" i pondered. There was continuous inflow and outflow of buses. Some of them were packed to capacity while others have few passengers. It was our first date. Suddenly someone huged me from behind. That smell, it was her. She smells like infused timeless fragrance of blossoms. I can feel her curves of softness. "Sorry for being late" she whispered in my ear. She was smiling shyly with that delightful greetings. Damn! She was beautiful. A slender waist , whistling down from her bust as smoothly as water from waterfall. I couldn't take my eyes over her. After few seconds bus arrived.

 As my eyes opened I saw myself lying on a lane. I felt unbearable pain on chest like someone stabbed me with knife. Checked my watch ,it was 4 am. I feel the sudden strangeness,felt like someone staring me. Felling weird I turned my head back. I fricked out .  The girl, same girl hanging on tree. I couldn't move as my body stiffened with tremendous chill. I was not even able to scream. She was smiling spreading her face wide. She was paled white and skinny as bones. She was looking at me. I was frozen. Again she pointed her finger up "shhh" she said. That face , without any doubt she was a demonic creature. I couldn't run away. I can only just watch her blaring eyes. My skin turn peal and I started sweating all over  my body.                 Suddenly light came from the opposite side of the lane. It was lucky I could move as the girl disappeared. Now I can hear footsteps. I was still unnerved. Footsteps became louder. "Anjesh is th...

"Hey can you stay little longer?!" My boss said. Back in the summer of 2018 I got my first job as 16 year old. My boss was kinda sweet tempered person & habitually don't ask for any assistance. So,I agreed. I normally use to get off work around 10 pm and the last thing I wanted to do was walk about 15 minutes to get home. But that day it was 11:30 pm .I finished the work & handed store key to boss. I left quickly. My office was located on a busy road in a rather quiet side of the city. Everyday I walk through few people and more vehicles but was quite alone that day. Succeeding the 10 minutes of casual walk I eventually reached at the byroad. The lights were off week ago and the municipality didn't take  any gestures. The sample rays of lights used to elapse through corner but today it was absolute dark silent and calamitous. I looked at my phone for flash light. Battery was dead. Somehow I manage to walk straight. After few steps I saw a dark figure standing ...