World of Srijana

He is boring corporate office manager. He is not the most handsome guy I know. But I love him most. He always wanted to be news anchor. Actually, it is British Broad Casting (BCC) news reporter . We often do this role play, where he broadcast our love in the form of news. He needs to be slightly drunk. He does these stupid stuff where I am that corresponding agent in the life line. Here it is : He: Namestey! Welcome to BBC service with Mr. Jeevan Sagar. Today, we have Srijana with fresh update about the world scenario. Welcome Ms. Srijana my love. Me : Thank you! He: How is present state of our love affair? Me: I am madly in love with this news anchor. He is sweet and cute . He: Oh! Thank you! I love you too. Me: Umm! He: So, tell me about the corona virus cases in United States? Is it improving? How about New York? Me: It is improving. Everything is going normal slowly. He: You might think I am drunk but I am not. I am full in mood. Do you know something? Me: What? He: How...

I am sorry that I betray you and your love. I run from your love. I tried to love you but I could not lie. I was madly in love with someone else. I did my best to love you but I was not able to pretend it anymore. I am sorry for taking you for granted. I didn't want to waste your  time nor mine. I couldn't give you explanation which you deserve. I regret for pretending of loving you but I will never regret of leaving you. It would be worst decision to be with you physically but loving someone else madly. After my emotional break down, I was in need of shoulder to lie down. I need to suppressed my grief with achievement. I declared that you are my achievement. In reality, you were my substitution. You were my way of hiding my grief. I didn't want myself to be in pain. I thought pain of loosing love is recovered by achieving new love. But pain needs time to recover rather than anything. I was in disturbance. I was scared that loosing him will hurt me. It hurt me and it is st...

Me: I love You. He: I love you too. Me: I love you more. He: I love you more than you do to me. Me: (STOP) I loved, love and will love you. The definition of love for both of us is completely different. I loved you  in all aspects of my life. Whereas, your version of love is in spiritual. We have a spiritual connection with one another . We understand each other  in next level. I am that person in your life who understand you most likewise you were mine. If you love me than you are supposed not to hurt me. It hurts when the person who claims on loving you is the person who betrays your love. When you know the reason why I am sad than at least do something. Neither you belong to me nor do I belong to you. You have moved on in your life. Let me move on as well. Don't hold me. Let me fly high and disappear in a wild. You don't like depressed version of mine; you like energetic version . But you are the main reason that I am depressed. I already had lots of reasons to stay ...

I want to feel that fire in your love; an impatience to meet; an affection to keep me close; that heat which will melt my heart and hold it tight in . My heart is frozen safe and cold. You need to have warmth that can melt heart in ice cube. Have you ever played candy crush game, you need to break the ice cube while matching candies with various colors. You need to break the ice cubes. Than you can have candy . My heart is in that frozen cube. You need to know all the treats and tricks. You need to take me to that bonfire where I can feel warm and celebrate in open air. I want you to be that person who is heated by love to keep us warm rather than burn us into ashes. A fire in your heart will heat my heart and warmth in my heart will keep your charm. For now, all I feel is nothing but just an attempt to strike a fire . You are not able to convince with your this try. It is hard in ice cube. You need to work hard. There will always be conditions applied. Nothing is going to be free in...

I am married to man in option, not of my dream . He is very good man, well behaved and loves me. I am living my life. I am walking in aisle with baby product. I cannot hold it. I am sobbing in the floor like a tinny toddler crawling and demanding. My tears are rolling down my face. I am very upset with everything that is happening around me. I have discovered that I am pregnant. This is my very first time. I am still not ready with motherhood. But I have been demanding child with my husband every time we make love. Is it because of hormones disorder? In pregnancy, women goes through all mood swings existing in world. I don't want baby. I am not ready . I demand a baby while making love, it is to arouse myself. It helps both of us to cum fast. It was exciting to know that we were pregnant. Actually my husband believes that he is also pregnant. I didn't had my periods. I was three weeks late and he always withdraw it out. I was confident but I checked in pregnancy kit this morni...

It is not my love story this time. I am writing about her. What she went through and what happened in her story? Whether it was love story or regular boring life of house wife. It is my mom. She is the house wife. She is married to disciplined man. He is hard working and simple living man. She has two children with him. She is living her life , the way usually the lady in her late forties does. Is her story interesting? There was beautiful girl in the city named Ajeeppur. She is a daughter of renowned businessman. She was smart and educated. She helped her father in all business activities. She was her father's favorite child. She was so beautiful that people would compare her to Princess of state. She was very happy with her beauty and intelligence. There was a guy in her neighborhood. He was handsome and studying medicine. They had a crush with one another. They could fell that slow wind that would blow their hair in air. They would look at each other and feel that romance in ...

Hi there! Today is 28 March, 2020. There is corona virus (COVID-19) roaming around world. New York City is hot pan of corona virus. The number of corona virus victims are highest in United States of America till the date. I am living in self quarantine. Isolation is the only way to save yourself from this disease. Close your door and live within your house. It feels like jail after thirteen days inside your apartment. I am feeling nothing more than a criminal in imprisonment. Even home feels no more home when you are forced to be there all 24/7. I love cooking and love eating delicious food. I love my culinary skill which include basically Nepalese, Indian and Chinese cuisine. I had fever than I stopped cooking and experimenting dishes. My roommates prepared food for me. They made teas and coffee for me. But I don't taste anything. I lost my taste. I don't experience any flavor in food. Anything I ate, is tasteless. It is like having same thing with no flavor. This was simila...

 I didn't want to wake up this morning. I wanted to complete that dream. I had a beautiful dream because you were visiting me. We were talking and sharing stuff. Basically having quality time with each other. I was trying my best to finish our unfinished business. I was in hurry, trying to get everything. I tried my best to stay longer with you. My alarm disturbed. I don't want to leave you. So I turned it off. I came back to you to continue , here she arrived from nowhere. She was there claiming you. We couldn't talk any longer. You were staring at my face and so was I looking into your eyes. I wanted an answer. I wanted to get a decision. But than you didn't even spoke a word and disappeared. I guess I had snoozed my alarm . It buzzed again. I was one hour late. I had to tolerate traffic now. I rushed for everything. Deep down I felt dreaming was much more better for me. Cause we were together. We still need to finish some of our incomplete conversation. I am waiting...

February 26, 2020 Wednesday. I was driving on third avenue around 3 p.m. I saw a Fedex truck parked on southeast corner of 77th street. A strong young man was unloading boxes in handy mover. He was trying to tighten boxes with ropes. He stretched elastic rope hard and rope broke. He fall down on his back dramatically. First he was thrown on his hips on street and in fraction of second in his back and his two hands were on street. I saw the scene in couple of second. Nobody could help him. How a young man reacted to the law of force? I laughed and keep on smiling at the situation. I felt bad  later. It was his compulsion of work. He got back on his own.  It might have hurt him or he might have laughed at himself. I don't known. There was a green light and I drove ahead. I was mean to laugh at him. 

It was normal Tuesday in Kathmandu. It was fourteen February with the name Valentine's Day. I was in canteen of Nepal Law Campus, with bunch of my friends having tea and talking about law, and order. I get a call from you around 8:55a.m and you wished me Happy Valentine's Day. You were not present in class today. I thought it's your formality and replied , "thank you and Happy Valentine's Day to you as well". Whether you were insecure or worried;  you would call me several times a day. It was normal to get a call with your name on it. Your name on my phone screen always gave me feeling of love, warmth and care. After college I went to my english class. You called me and asked what was i doin? I replied , I am in  RTC Lainchaur. My class is about to start and you told me that  you were attending meeting and going to be busy all day long. Here, you killed my hope to celebrate third valentine's day. I was not disappointed. Because high hope and expectation a...