I wrote this on my way home to Tatopani.I was 14 at the time.It used to take three days walk to get to my village.Now it only takes about four hours drive and a few hours walk.The national (Kaligandaki highway)is under construction.This was written on my brother's diary and I had no recollection of this to exist.But to my surprise my brother had kept the diary and reminded me about it.So,he dug it out for me.Iam posting it here as it is.

saturday,17 october,1992




Walking up and down with the sun
without warmth.
I was bound for Bunthati,but
got stuck in Tirkhedhunga.
Oh! Tirkhedhunga with your
glorious music of nature.
Those insects,those rivers and
all those birds who performed
that hearty music.
Looked up to see what it was
and what it is.
It was our friend that stony mountain quite
asleep with a misty blanket over her.
A sort of chilled ice ran through my veins
as I felt how ice cold she had felt
to use that misty blanket over her green charming unbuttoned jacket.
Showing her dark bright beauty
planning to show a fairy dance
on the next sunny day.
She has atmosphere to breathe
the natural music and have a sweet
dance,but she is abandoned
by the sweet song of nature.





Copyright 2007 Roshan Tulachan