{"id":1585,"date":"2017-06-09T16:24:13","date_gmt":"2017-06-09T10:39:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/?p=1585"},"modified":"2017-07-18T09:14:12","modified_gmt":"2017-07-18T03:29:12","slug":"she-taught-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/2017\/06\/09\/she-taught-me\/","title":{"rendered":"She taught me"},"content":{"rendered":"<span class=\"rt-reading-time\" style=\"display: block;\"><span class=\"rt-label rt-prefix\">Reading Time: <\/span> <span class=\"rt-time\">2<\/span> <span class=\"rt-label rt-postfix\">minutes<\/span><\/span><h2 style=\"text-align: center;\">Supermarket Flowers &#8211; Ed Sheeran<\/h2>\n<p><iframe width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/3Mk0F6mLKik?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong style=\"color: #cf000f;\">april\u00a0<\/strong>nightmare.<\/p>\n<p>Shocked. Sobbing out-of-breath. I couldn&#8217;t help but drink my own tears as I held her run-down, muddied broken, muted cold, 20 years young body with these hands. I remember trying my best to keep her away from the blood-stained hospital floor on that crowded evening, with hopes of a miracle, hoping that she&#8217;d still somehow <strong>wake up.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>I reckon a screaming silent cry for help breaking through her beautifully folded eyes.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>The eyes once alive, happy and smiling. Eyes, for as much as I remember, once full of hope,\u00a0dreams, unbound love, true respect, and kindness, and empathy; now closed, dry &#8212; now teary with earth and dirt<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>&#8212; now\u00a0<strong style=\"color: #1cb4da; font-size: 2.6rem; background-color: black;\">shut forever.<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Just like me, scared she &#8212; she must have wished her house, its walls are strong enough.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Just like me, afraid she, she must have prayed that all of it ended soon and her family is safe to\u00a0see another day.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Like me, hopeful she, she must have begged for a\u00a0second chance, for the first time.<\/p>\n<p>Luck or misfortune, only I made it through, she\u00a0<strong style=\"color: #cf000f; font-size: 2.6rem;\">\u00a0didn&#8217;t.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>How can I ever forget as I bid her my last good-bye off in ashes out of her own skin, and bones, and all the dreams she must have had \u00a0&#8212; on that scary, weary long night.<\/p>\n<p>Things haven&#8217;t \u00a0been the same for me from that moment onwards. And I am certain it never will be.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>But,\u00a0of all, she taught me three important lessons.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">How fragile<strong> life is? <\/strong>How beautiful<strong> love is ? <\/strong>And\u00a0what&#8217;s the real<strong> lost?<\/strong><\/p>\n<pre style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>The mob in the crematory burnt many stories that day. Many many wonderful stories.<\/strong><\/pre>\n<pre style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>How are you living your end of the story?<\/strong><\/pre>\n<p style=\"text-align: center; font-size: 4.5rem; color: black; background-color: #1cb4da;\"><strong>april earthquake.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">You will forever remain in my heart.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">&#8211; \u2764 <em>in loving memories of <strong>Shalu and Maima<\/strong><\/em> \u2764 &#8211;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"rt-reading-time\" style=\"display: block;\"><span class=\"rt-label rt-prefix\">Reading Time: <\/span> <span class=\"rt-time\">2<\/span> <span class=\"rt-label rt-postfix\">minutes<\/span><\/span> Supermarket Flowers &#8211; Ed Sheeran april\u00a0nightmare. Shocked. Sobbing out-of-breath. I couldn&#8217;t help but drink my own tears as I held her run-down, muddied broken, muted&#8230;<\/p>\n<div class=\"more-link-wrapper\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/2017\/06\/09\/she-taught-me\/\">Continue Reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">She taught me<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1585"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1585"}],"version-history":[{"count":83,"href":"https:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1585\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2344,"href":"https:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1585\/revisions\/2344"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1585"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1585"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1585"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}