I have always been obsessed with the word self-love. Social media is mostly occupied by it with numerous quotes and articles upon articles written on it. But I was never interested in the topic, perhaps at the time, I felt sufficiently loved and so, was complacent.

Instead of taking the world into the next level we people are quarreling with each other for no reason. The language people express isn’t rich and subtle these days.

The room claims darkness, the air gloats silence, there is a flawless atmosphere. In spite of all these she finds herself tossing and turning in her bed with her head beneath the pillow and her eyes clenched shut. She’s been striving vainly for a proper nap, probably from many hours. Whenever she closes her eyes, his face whirls around her, his voice flows in the air and she becomes restless.

She handed me a piece of paper, “Who are the real winners? Come and see the history of Gorkhali soldiers”.

It makes me want to curse myself for being a girl. Tears roll down my eyes whenever I listen to such news.