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The way I love you

I keep looking at the lines of a leaf and remember how it is nearly impossible to look into your eyes, but somehow I manage to catch a glimpse for a few seconds but in that time, I catch every vein of your eyes and click a picture of it. then the leaves, stars, maps, ants moving in a line everything reminds me of you. I love silently when you look at the flowers and stop a while to smell them I gaze at you from a distance and blush by myself and every time an Indian dance number plays, I imagine us dancing in my best friend's wedding and remember your insane obsession with Bollywood. Posting long paragraphs on your birthdays showering you with extravagance declaring our love to the world that's not how I love, but I'll love you through poems that has ideas of forever engraved. I'll love you through music make a playlist for you filled with 'secret' songs I listen to in solitude. Saying I love you 10 times a day is not how I love. it takes the essence away so i’ll write letters instead in pages and sometimes a tissue paper and on a random day when you come home tired, I’ll gift you a box stuffed with your favorite things and some dandelions on top of it and somedays when you rant about everything to me I’ll play with your hair and gently let my fingers dance with yours The way I love you is different, because you don’t deserve the Ordinary Or the ‘Normal’ but something that solely comes out of the soul and I’m more than blessed to give you mine

Priyansha Khadka The British College BSc Computing (Level 5)

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Better things in store for you

There will be times things won't go as you plan. It might be because your plan doesn’t match what he has planned for you. He always has better things waiting for you. You might not be able to see it from the point where you’re standing but he can see beyond the point & much more. He always has better times coming for you. Even better than what you had in mind. He asks for your faith and patience. Keep working on getting there. - Wait & scrutinize 🤍🕉

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The expense

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Your Present

It was you You who started it all Made her fall into the pit Deep, dark and no one to call

There she was Begging and crying For you to take them back All of those presents The presents you once received But gave them to her instead Wrapped up nicely, in a huge box

So heavy those presents were, As every minute passed by Her pace got slower Slow to the extent that She couldn’t catch up anymore Her vision got blurrier Blurry to the extent that She couldn’t see the path anymore Her hands got number Numb to the extent that She couldn’t hold on anymore But she kept on walking The path she had to walk

You were watching her Her struggle to get rid of those Those presents you plastered on her Permanently, it wouldn’t just come off You were just watching Mercilessly, as she fell into the pit Her eyes empty, Believing that this was it

Little did she know about it, That one small present you were holding The present so small and precious But you forgot to wrap it that morning The present so powerful and magical, It could answer every calling

I wonder, Had you given her the last present, Could she have saved herself? Had you not given her any of those, Would she be here? Right now, in my place?

Do me a favour, Next time when you open the box Oh Pandora, gift her hope too.-Aayushma Ghimire

-Aayushma Ghimire BSc(Hons) Computing The British College

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Don’t forget

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Believe you can and you’re halfway there

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Beauty of the process

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Collateral beauty

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Acceptance

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Favourite FRIENDS moment

When Phoebe says her goodbyes to the triplets

"Can I tell you a little secret?"

"Yeah"

"I want to keep one"

While people put the proposal scene of Mondler, and the iconic prom video at the top of their favourite FRIENDS moments, Phoebe giving away the triplets has always been the closest one to my heart.

The moment she carries all three of them in her arms and begins to talk, my heart melts and my eyes tear up to see her give them away. We all knew it would have been a hundred times harder for phoebe to give up the triplets but when the minute arrived, it felt terrible to watch her give something away she had embraced for 9 long months. Phoebe out of everyone in the group has always been the kindest, her love for trees, animals, the hatred for pottery barn, has always portrayed her as a thoughtful one and somehow her taking this decision didn't come out as a big surprise for all of us, even when she had met Frank only a couple of times.

When she asks Rachel to find out if Frank wants to give her one of the babies, it was completely understandable but saddening to realize the probability of it happening, she was attached to them and imagined the moment when each one of them would enter the world. For a minute, I wanted Frank to consider giving her one of them but then it's his and Alice's children and it would put him in a really tough position. I was worried about Pheebs but there she was, amidst the Fonzie fandom and drama, selflessly giving birth to her brother's children, gently handling them to him, and promising herself to be the best aunt ever.

People told her surrogacy would be difficult, that labour would hurt her but none of it mattered when she held them in her hands. All of it was worth it. This one episode, I can never unlove no matter how many times I watch it. She gave Frank and Alice their dream and lifelong happiness without asking for anything in return, managing to remain strong like she's always been. Well... that's Phoebe Buffay for all of us.

And guys, CHANDLER IS A GIRL!

Priyansha Khadka The British College BSc Computing (Level 5)

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To Nail, the warden from Miracle in Cell no.7

To Nail, the warden from Miracle in Cell no.7

When you first appeared in the movie, I had made up my mind that you were one of the powerful and cruel people like Commander who would fail to see the innocence of Memo but with time, you proved me wrong. It was Ova to who I wanted to write a letter but as my pen began scribbling I realized how it was you who played a major role in uniting the father and daughter.

Ali had immense faith in you, even when you coated all your beliefs with “The little girl who died is the commander’s daughter.” He knew that your kindness and morals would never allow Memo, an innocent person, to die. The courage and the resilience you showed astounds me, it was Yusuf’s choice to replace Memo but your decision to make it happen, and it is never easy to let someone else take the place of others. When Ali asked you to believe the little Ova and search for the deserter, it seems very unusual but your eyes finding the purity behind Memo’s wounds and Ova’s tears is exactly why we need more people like you. This might be why even if the plan was highly ridiculous, your strong faith in ‘truth’ let everything happen smoothly.

You are among the very few people who saw the engraved love behind words like ‘Lingo Lingo and Sishelar’. I like to hope that there is at least one person like you in every corrupted and harsh world of powerful people who will beautifully show the ‘right’ to the world. Thank you for giving Memo to Ova and making our souls happy and eyes cry. I’m sure after everything that you and all the other prisoners in cell no. 7 have done, Hafiz will assure you all will reside in Jannat.

-Someone who witnessed your courage overtaking your fear.

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Open letter to Truman Burbank

Dear Truman Burbank,

Your story is the depiction of an imaginative reality all of us have created in the era of social media and the internet. Just like you, we’re all covered with manufactured ‘truths’, we’re all made up of fabricated layers of materialism and foolishly following Herd Mentality. The realness is so deep and vast that it took you years and years to find it out.

It was extremely tormenting to see the people around you act awful in the name of ‘inspiring the audience’ but again, this is the sad reality we all live in where media and advertisements are ingrained in your brain; the way you perceive and act. The manufactured life you lived in Seahaven Island with people around you performing as your friend, wife, and mother, creating your father’s death that led you to blame yourself for it, is simply excruciating and heinous but maybe it was your dark memories of him and the feelings you had for Lauren that caused the exploration of your real self. Truman, who didn’t have any cameras inside his head and heart. It was the exact reason why you were able to get out of it, you didn’t have any Marlon manipulating you or any Meryl trying to steal the adventurous side of you.

The storms you went through are the obstacles we face in life to get connected with our higher self, and when you finally make it to the staircase of actuality, it is when everything feels worth it. No more entertaining the audience, or putting up a theatrical mask, just living. For yourself. And isn’t it romantical how simple yet exquisite things like ‘love at first sight’ kindle a part inside you that was stored in darkness for such a long time?

It wasn’t only you who felt a difference in yourself but all of us who watched your genuineness sparkle when the fake sun rose that day. Now, why don’t we all spend some time with ourselves once in a while by disappearing from the materialistic world, well I might and in case I don’t see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!

-Someone who is getting closer to her real self

Priyansha Khadka The British College BSc Computing (Level 5)

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CONVERSATIONS

someday I’ll tell you about the scars on my skin the cracks on my lips, and the love bites on my neck embodying a level of attachment deeper than the sea and my dry cheeks carrying the weight of your bottled promises my curled lashes performing a sorcery to feel your existence once again. for the last time maybe we can talk about my poems where I leave a trace of you and my readers smell a whiff of pain I wish my poems could talk maybe then loneliness won’t be bothering and solitude will bring peace it breathes your name and and holds every tiny line of your hands Sometimes, I visualize the fate line, and wonder if there’s a pinch of me then I look at my hand, covered with Mehendi and a small area that has your initials. I wish my poems could talk so that I can write what my heart feels So I can hold a debate, where I am my mind and the poems; my heart an argument I can never win and yet feel like a winner. but sometimes I am scared that one day, my throat will get filled with a lump of words, I can neither swallow nor throw out, and it won’t be me talking to you but the poems of tragedy I ink.

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Veer writes to Zaara

Dear Zaara,

I once read that it takes many years to genuinely fall for someone but our love was very different since it was only a matter of a few hours. When Saamiya came, I might have forgotten what it feels to be called by the name, Veer Pratap Singh but I could still remember every little moment from the day we met, how a strand of your hair was bothering you and how for the next few minutes I was astounded by your beauty.

The people who watched our stories might think how stupid it was of me to leave my job for you but the ones who lived and felt it know that it was one of the easiest decisions of my life. I have never measured my love for you because even if I do, it will take years to decode the level of depth it has. When I stepped into the Darga that day, the sky in Lahore filled the place with heavy drops of rain resembling the load of our griefs of living in two different countries, that too India and Pakistan, but it also washed away the fear I had when you bravely came into my arms in front of everyone.

It wasn’t hard for me to stay inside a jail for 22 years. Every morning and night I looked at your payal and tried to reminisce about my memories with you. Love was a very vague concept for me until you entered my life and made me understand what loving someone is about. It isn’t about the flowers you give or the promises of forever you make through marriage or about repeating the ‘qubool hais’ but about letting them go without expecting anything in return. I wanted to give you a life your parents dreamed about, because you put them above everything else, and I always respected you for it. You valued your family, and the legacy they maintained for years. You spent a day with Baauji and Maati, and instantly made them fall for you and it was incredibly courageous of you to leave everything behind and devote yourself to making Bauji’s dream come true, who wouldn’t fall for someone like you, Zaara?

You and I, both of us believe in our Khuda and maybe that is why it took our test for 22 years and eventually gave up. I hope we have successfully cleared the obstacles for the other 6 lives.

Seeing you at the court after 22 years made every second worth it, love truly is something else. My heart always felt complete and the payal I had in my pocket wanted to dance to its beautiful sound, it finally felt free just like my heart. Thanks to the young lawyer who made it possible to mention the names Veer and Zaara together, and I know that today, every time someone writes Veer, their pen will naturally write Zaara behind it.

- A hindustaani who can happily die for you

Priyansha Khadka The British College BSc Computing (Level 5)

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Robin was never alone

When Ted decorates the house to cheer Robin up on Christmas

From the very beginning, it was pretty clear that Robin never wanted to have children. She was always scared of commitments and having babies. In the episode as well, when her doubts about getting pregnant turn out to be false, she celebrates it with Barney but the next day, when her doctor tells her that she can never be pregnant, we see the hidden part of Robin that might have thought of having one someday.

There’s a difference between not wanting a thing by choice and never being able to get it. Even if Robin had mentioned a million times about never giving birth to babies, a part of her did see a possibility of it happening in the future. She knew how her friends would react and decided not to tell anyone. When Ted tries to cheer her up by inviting her to Ohio, she becomes furious at him. There were two grown-up kids in the scenes, leading us all to assume everything was alright in the end, but that was not the case.

After her walk and some alone time, she returns home with the opening of Highway to Hell and some beautiful Christmas lights, all arranged by Ted. He knew exactly what she needed and didn’t even ask what was bothering her. Robin isn’t someone who would open up a lot, but Ted managed to give her the space she needed and the happiness she deserved.

‘There’s one thing Robin never was. She was never alone.’

-From the sitcom “How I met your mother”

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Tamasha ~ a masterpiece we all deserved

There are some movies that don't just soothe your heart but show you how there's more to life than the stereotypical expectations of the world. Tamasha is one of them. As I sit to write this letter, my heart is filled with many emotions as I visualize the fragments of this movie. We're all different people obliged to target the same thing; success, achievement and while the world has created a specific definition of what success means, it contradicts with the idea of joy and happiness. We're all struggling with the world and ourselves. Everyday we wear a mask to meet the criteria of the world and when we come back home inside our room, we take it off and the reality hits us; the darkness, the loneliness screaming inside us. Ved is someone we can all relate to because "woh dil aur duniya ke beech kahi fas gaya hai" like all of us. We are like robots bound to react a certain way because that's how our systems have been programmed and when the humanity inside us tries to find its way back to us, we often 'mess up' the situations following our heart and desires. But do we really mess up? Or is it the world making us feel that way? It feels like a drama where we are forced to stick with the script but once in a while, all we need is a pen to cut out the lines and add our own magic into it. Tara came into Ved's life and gave him a little pen which found the little Ved inside his heart and highlighted it. When Tara and Ved meet again after 5 years, the Ved she knew was a different person because this ved was covered with layers of a product manager and by this time the layers had thickened so much that it felt nearly impossible to come out of it. However, even amidst the chaos Ved finds his way back to himself after juggling for a long time. After all, apnaa hero hai, he had to write his story and make an ending he liked, not what the world preferred. Tamasha is a movie I go back to once in a while because it shows me what I have hidden, gives me the courage to speak to the girl I see in the mirror and tell her what she really is. It gives me a way to find myself and I'll have to build the road on my own. 

Priyansha Khadka The British College BSc Computing (Level 5)

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