Astounding Nepal

"My country is beautiful" and its just not hollow words. These pictures were taken on two different occasions from Dhadagaun, Kavre; few kilometer trek down the famous Nagarkot. Went there for health camps and i couldn't help but capture the marvelous pretty clear sky painted 'forget me not blue'. Taken in late 2014, these snaps remind me of the beautiful 'earthquake-anticipation-free' days. Despite the quake that shook my country to painful rubbles the sky will remain the same. Fingers crossed!

A perfect view to take your breath away and make your soul soar to the heavens... Stunning ain't it?

The picture perfect wild blue yonder; the snow capped mountains; the luscious patterned Himalayas. You can get lost in these beauties for hours. I did :)

And the view gets better and better and better!!! Even the skeleton trees and the stone thatched house look stunning giving a fantastic dimension to the heartwarming backdrop. 

Lost yet? A pretty little cottage at the edge of a hill to give you a stunning view of the empyrean! Oh yes! its nothing short of heaven. Let your spirit soar love.

A cloud lake admist the Himalayas. Wanna go swimming? 

A humble attempt to take technology to the rural areas. No that's not me coz i was behind the camera but definitely my team members. The point from where we started the trek downwards.

Could not get enough of that blue celestial beauty!

The topography of my country is quite unique so accessing every nook and corners are tough. This landscape gives a general idea

Love this shot just for the sake of the blue, the white, the green and the pretty birds dancing in paradise.

A Weekend Turned Wicked

Hello all

Long time. Basically I tend to write random stuffs by myself but today I couldn't help but share an article written by my teenage kid sister about the earthquake we survived in Kathmandu, Nepal on 25th April 2015. Still going through the nightmare turned true. Reminded repeatedly by the grim aftershocks everyday, with shattering windows and doors; enough to rip your soul apart from your body for few never-ending seconds. 

Survived! a wonderful word but henceforth comes the struggle of helping those who suffered. The mental stress is overwhelming but being a doctor we are looked up to provide support in all the ways possible. Doing the best I can. Normalcy seems like a dream. 

And here is a thought of my sisters poured on ink instantly as a coping mechanism to the post traumatic stress we suffered. 

 A Weekend Turned Wicked

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25th April 2015 was a perfectly normal holy-day until it wasn't. A weekend turned wicked . The ground shook us all from deep within our hearts. One moment we had all we wanted from life and the next moment we were deprived of it. Our legs were shaking uncontrollably and we were running for our lives. We were drenched in sweat but the ground just won't stop shaking. It just felt like forever and that was the moment we realized the power of nature. The nightmare wasn't over, it just began. 

The debris of bodies and architecture rained down in our nation. The day got ruined when a massive earthquake of 7.9 Richter scale hit the entire nation with its epicenter being Barpak, Gorkha. The day never seemed to end. Every second felt like a year and every breath felt like a blessing. We were drenched in fear, hoping and praying for nothing but for everything to return to normal. This was the moment I truly wished that fairy tale was true. I hoped that with a flick of a wand I could do something, anything! 

The aftershocks never went away leaving us with no option, but for the fear to take over us. Sleepless night and endless fear gripped us. "Anticipation" as my sister phrased it was our greatest fear and enemy.

No network, no communication and no electricity supply. That is how we survived. Every motion, every movement made our heart skip a beat. Our minds were accustomed even to a smallest of tremor and the movement of our legs were spidery. The foods wouldn't go down our throats; every bite was tasteless; every chew - a loss of energy. We were living our nightmare. We lived that day in complete apprehension. 

As long as the day felt, the night never seemed to end. The fear taunting us, we were utterly helpless. The unseen became seen and unnoticed became noticed. The night sky seemed so peaceful, so calm. The stars twinkling, the moon shining bright, spreading its warm light over all the people staring at it from below the earth. We all were staring into the heaven through the chaos of hell.

Our shrines and historical monuments were dilapidated and desecrated. We were all numb and despondent. The eaves of the historic buildings fell upon the ground and the gloom was not just a passing shadow. The delirium never went away, we all were nothing but deranged. Our only solace was to know that our loved ones were safe. Each person passed through the same excruciating and overwhelming experience. Saturday which was supposed to be exuberant turned into a frantic cry for help.

R.I.P TO ALL THOSE INNOCENT LIVES LOST.

Our deepest sympathies goes out to all those suffered family. May God give you the comfort and peace that you seek and may the soul of your loved one rest in peace. 

Not losing hope right now is the most important thing.  "Sometimes hope is the only thing that keeps you moving on."

Stay strong

Pray for Nepal  (Esha/Rosy)

So people, as my sisters say we are shaken to the core; don't know when we will wake up from this nightmare but we are hanging on to the thinnest string of hope. We are praying and we are working to get through this time of trouble - a natural calamity when mother nature trembles and the only thing you can do is surrender to the force. But we will stand united, stand strong and we will rise again. #Gratitude to everyone who has been with us at this time of dire need. #Gratitude to those who are still with us and who will be with us in the future.