Long and boring days have finally come to an end. And one of the greatest festivals in Nepal, Dashain, was near. Movement of the public has increased in the past few days in city areas. Market areas were crowded and shops were making their best sales of the year. People had started preparation for the festival. I was in my village in the lap of himalayas to celebrate and enjoy a long dashain vacation. It was exactly 8PM. We’re preparing to sleep. Someone knocked on the door. Grandfather shouted ‘Who’s there?’, but there was no answer from otherside. He woke and opened the door. We’re shocked by what we saw there. It Was a dead body of someone wrapped with plastic cover. By seeing that, we were shocked. Our mind went blank and we're able to think what to do at the moment. We thought that if we called the police, they would make false accusations on us. So we decided to leave it in the drainage. Whole night we couldn’t sleep. My holiday was ruined. Next day , same time ...
I I have seen a man, his arms are heavy, knees tired.. he might be breadwinner . I have seen a man, a man with rugged boots , he stinks corpses, with scars in his palms, his lame leg he might be a warhero . The man is marely a man but decoy of this hunt . this endless hunt is a timer ; this timer might be all he has, yet, he continious by tireless hussle . PS. Was trying to draft a poem, don't know if it even carry a sense