साहित्य सङ्ग्रहालय

~Bikrant Koirala~

I didn’t want to get out of the bus. I wished it to move on, ride along, never stopping, just moving forward. I was in the bus and at the same time I was inside myself. I didn’t care about the people around me; what they were doing, what they were talking about or what they were laughing at. I was just blank to think about anything. All I could manage was to stare out and see the things outside moving away from me or was it me who was moving away from them? It was a fine lovely-sunny morning when I woke up but it began to change as it moved along with me. I could see no blue sky anymore; grey clouds and only them up to the horizon.

The bus stopped and I had to step out as it was the last station for it. I was already a Continue reading →