I feel I have a daunting task ahead of me. I don’t know what will happen next when I am finally done with it. Besides my 9 to 5 job and a home to manage, I have been writing a story that actually gave birth in January this year in a little village of Dukuchap. My husband was in the middle of his landscaping work while I stood on top of the hill with a 360 degree view of the glittering snow white Himalayan mountain ranges to the north and the undulating hills all around me. The green paddy fields intermingled with the yellow mustard flowers creating a rich fusion of colors while the river meandered lazily below. This was the most perfect picture going ‘live’ before my very eyes.
With the rich sounds of orchestra coming from my earplugs, I stood there with my hands apart, the cool breeze blew hard across my face and there I was transported to another world. It was the classic Titanic pose! I told husband to build a boat like wooden structure on the top where people could actually ‘feel’ the effect. He smiled. Perhaps he wondered how a boat would look like perched on top of a mountain hill. And what if the winds blew it away, now that would be disastrous – it would have ‘gone with the wind’. I have particularly liked that phrase, ‘Gone with the wind’. Perhaps that thought went with the wind too. One should get back to reality, I tell myself.
So the point was my story was conceived in that very environment. I was highly inspired. Nature is indeed a great source of inspiration. I must try to do some trekking in the wilderness for the sake of sanity. Now coming back to my story, well, it’s now almost complete. I am giving it the final touches. It should be completed over the weekend. I think I just made that statement for myself! The story should be ready to be heard and it has begun to breathe through the pages. Kaji and Saani will relate their story of love, hope and along with their story there will be insights into generations of diaspora of certain groups of ethnic people recruited from the hills of Nepal and transported to countries far away which continues to this day. This is not about war but about feelings of such people that must be told. Being a product of that situation I thought why don’t I say something?
Most importantly, I wanted to tell a story. Having done that I now feel satisfied. While writing this it has brought forward smiles as well as tears as I tapped away into the night. Kaji and Saani are alive now and I suspect they depend heavily on me to bring them about. I just hope I don’t let them down in the process.
My dear fellow bloggers, I am open to all sorts of advice and comments from you as how to go about next. Come to think of it, I am in the crawling stages too. If someone gives me a hand to get up and help me find my feet – that would be great. But perhaps, I will have to learn to get up like a little child, experience a few faltering steps, fall down, get bruised, get up again until finally I learn to walk.