Sunday, 13th November
2015, I woke up at late morning. Due to the boarder blockaded, political
instability of Nepal, Terai movement, life in Kathmandu and surroundings were facing
terrible headache, thought people were struggling to make situation normal. And
I was emotionally injured bird who was having huge pain of Love. Kathmandu was busy
as always, shops/malls were waiting for costumers as the vulture waiting to the
dead body. Sunday, my day off, I didn’t have special task to do thus made a
plan to hang out with some closest one. I made a call for Srijana, Bijaya and
shreena, and call them go for coffee at Barista Lavatzza. Srijana called back after
10 minutes and said she has to go somewhere else, but Bijaya and Shreena gave
me answer of ‘Yes’. Left home, waited 15 minutes a public vehicle, I took a
micro to the destination, which was full of crowd. I reached Kathmandu mall
first, I thought to go to book shops till they arrived. Suddenly, changed my
mind, I just feel to walk down to the king’s way. Plugged my earphone, played a
music and walk along. Been to the Narayanhiti gate and walk back twice in the
same road as a lost person, done some window shopping, then saw the coffee shop
and stepped in to the java near to king’s way. Soft melodious music was playing
softly. The bottles of wine and whiskey were smiling at the bar rag. Walls were
painted with dark wooden color. Coffee brewer machine was standing inside
corners, some waiters were standing behind the bar, some of busy with coffee
brewing, and some of busy offering the service, beautiful lady was busy in the
cashing up. Old paintings were hanging in a wall. Black soft sofa and table of
glasses were keeping with good seating arrangement. Beautiful flowers were blooming
at the vase, most of the original plants were in line with at the floor near
the windows. Smoking zone was outside near to the window where a guy with
guitar was hiding inside him with the smoke. Different types of customers were
there for taking rest, some of them were waiting for their friends, and some of
them were having tea/coffee. I grabbed a seat in the middle.
Again I have to tell my girls
that they have to come king’s way because I had changed the location.
Hello, Dijju where are you?
Bijaya received my phone call within a second.
Darling I came down to the Kings
way, where are you?
