wow

Oh hello John,
Long time no see - it's been a while. I will try and read the story in a slow time hai ta..

Going out for a dinner tonight. Will pop back in.

.Aww John!! Nice one yet again.

You capture the inevitable that's about to happen and yet leave us with a heartache.

Great job again, John.

Nice work again John. Terai always fascinates me and loved the setting.

Thanks Galt! Beautifully written...

John- You did it again!!!!

"I am just dispensing the ashes of my dear deceased sister who I failed to rescue"...Wow!

"rickety Mahindra","historic Volkswagen"....What about Black Rajdoot Motorbike?:)

"I was awake entire night despite countless jolts of express train that works as a rocking cradle sometimes. The memories came flooding back and forth synchronizing with the train’s amble along the track."-- hmmm.....longish train journeys,too many interruptions, people's conversations flitting in and out, thoughts wandering in and out. Sights outside the window ...There is something magical about these train rides.It definitely helps us to discover our own self better.

John, another brilliant writer of Sajha..your stories are captivating and moving..thanks for sharing.

Awesome John. Just brilliant. If I owned a publishing house, I'd be faxing you a contract right now. Keep it up dude and thanks for sharing,

Dijju, Aja overdose bhayo hai .....We have brilliant writers in Sajha hai... See you in NL..

good one galt!! I don't know whether this is your fiction or reality based, it touches hearts of people who have gone thru similar experience in real life. I had a similar kind of sister who used to call me 'dai' suddenly disappeared without notice when the proper time came. Damn puberty!! :-)

p.s. I hope it will not be tragedy like yours.

john,

great.......keep writing

Good lord.

God save you John. You're drowning in the very lake of creativity you've built.

Amazing piece!!

WAH!!!!!

.Deeply touched!
Thank you John .

John:

Great as usual. You left me almost in tears not because of what you wrote, but because of what you did not write and left for my imagination. I am not sure if you meant us to imagine what I did. Perhaps you meant to give us the freedom and the chains as well, as writers usually do.

Your amazing style aside, this write-up rekindled my gratefulness for groups like Maiti Nepal. Thanks again.

gr8 as always. running out of words to laude awesome writes and authors

Great!
I am in awe of your writing.
Keep up the good work.

some relationships don't crave for a mere title or a social recognition, yet they become more than just a mere relationship.

i could totally connect to what you went through while you're dispensing the ashes of the deceased one who you failed to rescue.

the story brought me to tears...the reality is so close to home....

some scars never fade
some hearts never mend
you try so hard to make it right
but as time slips through your fingers
all you can do is sit on a river bank
and wish that the smoke of your cigarrette
would take you back

xxx