Dikshya bhattarai

  Staring at the distant tree, Trying to escape from the time to be free Wanted to hide from every eye. Everything around for me was a disguise. Someone stood next to me, Snow white skin, mushroom head  Big dark eyes with a pretty round face. She distracted my escape asking me my name. This is how the story began. Soon we started to play, Walked home the same way, Ate tiffin together at the deck, Finished each other's sentences. She looked like my little sister but defended me as my armor. Scolded me like a mother but cried after like a newborn. Pushed me forward in every steps Became my strength when I was afraid. Smoothen my life when Iwas out of pace She made me forget to seek God's help. Now remembering the14 years phase I see laughter, I see craze. I see immature us,  I see cute us, I see crying us, I see funny us, I see disappointed us, But yes whatever it may be I see us.   Today being Ocean’s away, We rarely talk for many days. But when she whispers her silly...

In the village called Occult Valley, there lived a small family of Dove. The valley had amazing weather and fertile soil. The cold breeze from the hills did not allow for the temperature to exceed above 35°C in summer. In winter, the sun used to come up forcing the clouds at least for some hours keeping the day warm. People there used to harvest three times a year. Though they didn’t have enough money to buy fancy things, they had enough food to eat. The valley had many vegetation and medical plants. People there believed more in natural healing rather than synthetic medicines. Dove was the middle child among her two sisters. Her older sister Hope was the wise one. She was going to be 20 next month. She had beautiful long black hair which she used to part on side and clutch at the back. She was a loving elder sister and a great motivator. Her parents used to concern Hope with every decision they make. Hope was the strongest pillar of the family. She wanted to be a teacher as her fathe...