Each visible element is words that need be written down

You fall for someone, felt something, you get diluted in her, you’re felling get immersed, love happen, you  dwell in her and you let her dwell in you. Does love end here? " NO". 

That's after what  romantic novels tell.
 “you’ll have to fall in love at least once in your life, or Paris has failed to rub off on you.”
                                                                                                                                                        E.A.Bucchianeri
                                                                                                                                                  

The Social novel, tells you the prevailing social problem, such as gender, race, or class prejudice, is dramatized through its effect on the characters of a novel.
            “We dreamed of doing but could not bring ourselves to do.” – Etheridge Knight

There are man, There is a pleasure, a pure and unalloyed pleasure connected with them.  Enthusiastic nature lover,  who would travel for whole days through almost unbearable heat and cold, with a load of sixty pounds on their back, and think themselves, they will rewarded for all their  hardship. Reward that those natural lover like they will enjoy their work.

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THE DREAM I HAD DREAMT ON THE END OF THE WORLD.

Something gone wrong, indeed very horrible yet I knew nothing about it. I only recalled “I was falling, I was running , I was escaping  and every minute I was getting into unknown or let say unfamiliar place, coming through unknown people.”  But I couldn’t find myself ; Where exactly I was?  Why I was? I didn’t have the answer.

  I hardly remember, someone was with me. I think he might be Tsering, I heard the sound of his weak voice -trying to utter something but more stammering, Poor soul. “NO” he may be Sonam for sure I saw his face, his glittering eyes blinking  at the street light, his curly hair and above all his circular birthmark right above his left eye. But No he wasn’t Sonam , how can he be, when a body was not his “body was of girl” probably Dolma as she was doing like her most of the time drawing his hand out of the pocket and putting it again, again and again as Dolma does. But leave it, don’t get confused.

 Anyway her or let say he “doesn’t matter both terms are appropriate after all” said me all air, land, and sea transport facilities, hospitals, houses and electrical networks had been damaged by the earthquake. He added he has seen tens of thousands of bodies. These had to be buried in mass Graves.

 I asked, where?

 Instead of answering. He replied Thousands Are Hurt and Panic Is Widespread.

 So once again, I repeated the question harshly. Where?

 “He stretches both his arms upward” but why he did  I don’t have a clue. After few second he rejoined conversation and said oh! Did you ask where?

 Yes, I replied  this time with little glow in my face.

 “KATHMANDU”

 Kathmandu? I screamed.

 Why? You do have doubts?

 Yes I replied firmly; “I too have come along the way but I didn’t find it then how you did” I question him.

 But before he answered he vanished.

 I wondered where he might have gone, at the very same time I search for him but could not locate him. After a while his presence vanished too but what he said remain. with it My attention gone towards Kathmandu and in a second I reached but before I can see anything I heard Tring-Tring my alarm snoozed. I was in my bed, the clock was showing 5 am, I wake up, wash my body and get ready for school.

In school,  everything was normal. Nothing happened as I dreamt.

STEEP GREED

                                                                           " Step by step he climbs the steep

                                                                                 To reach the hills that heals 

                                                                       And home where he will be free to roam

                                                                      Through the wind that blows on his face

                                                                             And reduce his spirit to face

                                                                         Yet, he climbs and climbs with hope 

                                                                          To heal his soul and free his body

                                     Within, he crosses the rock and cliff, he crosses the fiery maple leaves

                                             He comes across a man which has lost name in fame

                                                                    And  a woman which has lost in lust 

                                                               Still he climbs and climbs for his greed inside

                                                   Then, he overcomes the village and hamlet on his way

                                          That we're trapped by property within the circle of prosperity

                                             But he haven't stop and keep on going without knowing of falling 

                                                                              Till he reach the hill that heals

                                                          But at last neither hill heal him nor  free him"