Streaming emotions through writing.

Me, a clumsy person, walking home from the office—of course, I’ve bumped into countless things along the way. Clumsiness constantly whispers, "Oh darling, you’re still learning to walk." But since I’m trying to be Miss Optimistic, I take it all in stride.   On my way home, my foot found its way into every possible hole—potholes, road holes—yeah, you all know the roads of Nepal. At first, I was just ignoring it, laughing off my missteps. But then I realized something: no matter how many times you trip, no matter where you fall, no matter what circumstances life throws at you—at the end of the day, it’s you who gets up and keeps walking.   Mmm… maybe I explained the point right?  Keep going.

  Out of nowhere, he saw a chocolate wrapper and suddenly started crying. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the house, demanding we go buy chocolate. When I said no, he got even more upset, angry, sad, and completely restless. But after a lot of insisting, I finally gave in and took him to the shop, expecting him to pick out a chocolate he had been craving so badly. But to my surprise, he didn’t even look at the chocolates. Instead, he pointed at a small packet of juice, barely 10 rupees, and said, "I want this." That was it. And the moment he got it, his face lit up with the purest joy, as if he had just won the world. It was such a simple thing, yet it made him so happy. Watching him, I couldn’t help but think back to my own childhood how even a tiny 1-rupee chocolate used to bring me that same kind of happiness. And in that moment, it hit me. Somewhere in the process of growing up, we stopped celebrating the little things. We got so caught up in chasing bigger goa...