25^th of April, 2015: I was in my room doing some work which apparently I don't remember, when a dreadful roaring earthquake 7.8 shook the floor underneath me. Selfishly, I was begging for my life for I didn't want to get numbered in the numbers of numbers we see on our TV screens today. As I lay low in one of the corners in my house time ticked relatively slower & slower, which is why I had enough time to have vivid imagination of few things that must have been going around then, things such as prayers, running, panting, crying, sobbing, fear, anxiety, pain, disbeliefs, grievance, and the likes. However, I also wanted all of it to be over shortly, and never occur, not ever, never.

Normally I wouldn't crow but like youself if not many Nepali, we've also had fresh cracks in our house, we've also lost nearer and dearer ones, only today as I write this I've looked exactly 12 times on the ceiling , and that 4 loud noises have already scared me to the bones, and that I know very well; we all have been hammered one way or the other. But still... still a large part of me would sincerely like to see things back to normal, ..it still awaits amid nervousness to once again feel happiness, positivity, love, hope, kindness, calmness, and our ever flourishing, never ending, warm Nepali brotherhood.

The quake had not only shaken the ground upon which I lay, but it also got me thinking,.. to think a lot about the essence of time, of life.