They sang to me!

- August 29, 2015

At every stage of my life, there has been time when I look back at my past self of various stages and go "ewwww" at some things that the past me found absolutely cool.

"You sang to me" is one such song that happened to me. I don't even know what I liked about the song, I only know that I did. Well, there were a lot of Bon Jovis that happened too which I now scrunch to even think about, but hey they were cool when you know...and they spoke the feelings perfectly for me. I cannot guarantee even now, that if those songs came floating to me while out on street, I wouldn't pause for a second to flashback my mind to my "Prince Charming" wishing days. Hmph!

This song came back to me when I was photographing away my room out of sheer boredom- my camera's boredom not mine. I have enough in my plate right now to not get bored for another century.

I hadn't picked up the camera even once since my last trek so I thought I might as well give it a hand.

So, that's the title of this blog. And yes, I am embarrassed with what little taste of music I had developed at one point in my life. It's a relief now, now that I listen to whatever Jango throws my way, and have completely done away with any "music preferences" that I could have developed.

The most interesting aspect of my room has to be the plants. I go hydroponics with most of them. Amazing plants, they not only pull through but do magic to liven up my messy space.

I remember this pleasant couple from one remote village, who had grown onion indoors in soda bottles right besides their fire pit. It's so strange and delightful to see people growing anything indoor in villages, as most people would only focus on their outdoor crops and garden. There's a Nepali word that sort of describes this sort of "romanticism"-rahare. Are you one of us? Rahare?

Pastel Alert: proceed with caution.