The great unholy mess.

"The building beside us crumbled, the road began to dance on its way and we were trapped in the four corners of Shaking Thame l”.

"Weather's so lame today. A good day to spend on a bed “I murmured myself. It was not such day for a delightful visit but I had to go out. The sky that day was painted in black and cloud carrying waters we not sure for how long they could hold it. There was a bitter feeling in the stomach as I left house plodding towards the destination. After a few couple hours I met a buddy of mine down the Dharahara. As the sun was not so harsh that day so we decide to get lost for a moment and found ourselves in the alley of Naya bazar. We were not sure where we heading then we came to the corners of Thamel. We had walked many kilometer and we were drained. Then it starts. Suddenly there was a moment down the pitch black topping of the road. Like those in Marvel movies. The road began to dance on its own way and bond between the foot and road had gone. We all have fallen down and there was screaming all around. In fraction of second people began to gather. Fear was now not a strange thing. Our minds were gone blank and only thing that was bugging my mind was run away. We ran like in Olympics and scream to everyone let’s get down the road. We made it too the road but the scene was brazier there. Dozens of bike were lying on the road. People were rushing to their phone to contact their loved one. We had tried it but sorry no connection. We walked down the road informing all to walk by the middle of the road in case if the wall falls down it will not get you. We walked down the old durbar high school. The scene there made me numb.  Tons and tons of people were out. Holding their phone and some even shooting videos. I had never seen such crowd for a long time and there I was standing among hundreds. Its seems like just an hour and a half but there was destruction all around. Many building we crumbled. People we glued to their cell phone trying to connect with their dear ones. In an interval of those moments I too got a phone from my house too giving a little relief to the heart.

We still were unsure how to reach back home then my friend pointed today something. “Is Dharahara gone too? “  He said as we looked eagerly from Bus Park.  Our hearts grew heavy and from deep inside the respect for our heritage pour out. The Dharahara was no longer standing proud. This made us sit back for a few minutes.  No matter what we start walking. The mind was set to only command that we need to reach home, we need to reach home. The heat reflecting from the road has buried our feet add more difficulties and then there was a second aftershock.

As we walked down the Matighar there were few tourists. Their face was red, pale and blue. They were trying to cry but somehow tears were frozen. They were million miles away from home.  “May god give them little strength” I begged. The Matighar Mandela was packed with peoples. All of them standing above the garden trying to find strength among the crowd ......