Step Into My Shoes..

About four months ago, when I was shopping for my trip to Australia, I bought a perfume that I liked very much. (Okay, not a trip, cause that makes it sound like I’m on a holiday, which I’m not.) I had also bought other ones but that one was special. The first weeks in Australia had been the most apprehensive. Apprehension of things that were new, people who were strange, places that were different, systems that were alien and ways that were unfamiliar. Also there were the feelings of excitement for all the experiences that awaited (like getting aboard a train, walking on a beach…something I had been looking forward to my whole life), for all the friends to be made (Nepalese and otherwise), the scenes to behold and the food to be had (“other than just mo:mo” was what I had thought at first, but how wrong I was since I crave for mo:mo more than anything at all times).  Then there was the anxiety of having things fall short of my expectations (which I had little but still...

I remember one time when I was doing my Bachelors(ooh  I made it sound as if it was good many years ago). It was during our second year,(which was in 2007…4 good years ago) that we had our psychology classes. On one of those, Mr. Baldy-cum-fatty asked us to write and just write about whatever that comes to our minds. And naturally, I started writing about me. Who else?? I know no one better than myself.  So here's something that's about me. It's something I've been meaning to write..not entirely for being read but for the clarity of mind. I don't think many of those who will read this one will go as far as the ending…but what the hell. Name is Ranjana Thapa Magar. Been speaking Nepali language right from the very first word. But I also speak Magaranti and English. And like most of the other Nepalese people, I understand Hindi and may be speak, if not fluently, just okay. And right now, I'm learning French. My mother's from a remote village in Sy...