Kathmandu Chronicles.

The story began with an ending.
Ravages of the coldness burnt in the winter fire.

A new chronicle we chose to write.
 Kathmandu chronicles.

Stark dark evenings we spent in chiya-pasals and coffee shops in one go.

With unscheduled outings and unwilling family meetings.

Our late night conversations denying us of a good night nap.

How in between all of these random fireplace conversations, momos, tea, coffee, movies and strolls we reconnected.

How we relived our past.
Our memories.
Walked down that lane, together.

How we saw to ourselves that our life was a
 void with the other one's absence.
And, how well we could understand each other, with words unspoken.