this isn't one of my favourite mornings.
this isn't how i want my morning to begin. i don't need to be thinking about the tangled politics and wonder how i can fit my words correctly to make sense out of the chaos Nepali politicians are deft at creating. i don't want to wake up to newspapers filled with news about "political impasse" on their front pages while the more important deaths, sufferings get buried in the non-significant columns.
i don't want to wake up to these slow-moving, gloomy mornings of editing and re-writing political stories.
i'd rather read blog posts by people who live their lives with the honesty of being self-centered and not feigning philanthropy. i'd rather wake up to emails from people i haven't forgotten, who remind me that in my not forgetting, i'm still alive.
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on what life meant to make out of faith
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