The resolution, for me, always feels like ‘setting aim in life’ as it gets lost within the stormy conditions of our life and in the end, we have to deal as per the situation. But, it’s always ok. People are at least being aware of setting goals for the upcoming year. That’s a good thing itself. Being able to achieve or not is another thing.
Firewood burning, thick smoke raising above,dark stains on the ceiling and a kerosene lamp (Tuki) trying as hard as possible to light the dark room. Somewhere in the rural part of Nepal, a small family in Sisnebhanjyang village was living somehow in such a bleak ambience.
Maybe no one needs the introduction of Dr. Govinda KC to know who he is. His humanitarian works define him quite well. The philanthropic activism he’s been involved in since few years to eradicate the corruption prevailing in the medical sector of Nepal, properly explains what kind of man he is.
The month November has just started. And today’s generation knows the unique significance of this month as far as I believe. Rather than just ‘November’, this month is well known as ‘No-Shave November’ when boys/men grow moustache and beard not trimming them throughout the month. Sounds quite cool, doesn’t it?
The last day of Ghorepani Poon Hill Trekking (Day 3) was indeed something for us. This was the day which was going to pay us for the previous two days’ agony. Yes! The sunrise from Poon Hill at the altitude of 3210 m.
The second day of our Ghorepani Poon Hill Trekking. We couldn’t afford to waste our time at Ghandruk. So, we packed our bags right away and became ready to backpack to the astounding place at an altitude of 2874m; Ghorepani.
Ever since I started to love trekking and travelling, Ghorepani Poon Hill trekking was one of my dream trek destinations. No wonder, the jubilation was on the peak when I finally accomplished it; that too with my best buddies.
I never thought that I could express whatever I have in my heart for you. Today I am doing this, that too, being dependent on this piece of paper, few drops of ink and the words scribbled on it. See, how impotent I am. I don’t know what stops me from opening my heart and laying it down in front of you; hesitation, fear or embarrassment; I don’t know.