Ethereal

Krishna, meaning “dark” or “dark blue” in Sanskrit, can also be interpreted as “all-attractive” or “charming”. He had a dark complexion and a transcendental physical appearance, hence the name. This is the less vivid and not so colourful depiction of Krishna, kind of like a bookish definition. So, who is Krishna or what is Krishna, if you may ask? But before that, let’s paint a picture of Krishna in the blank canvas of our mind. Krishna, a son to a cowherd family in Gokul was raised by Nanda and Yashoda. He is known for his divine miracles, playfulness and compassionate nature. He had an uncle Kansa, who feared due to a prophecy that Krishna would be the cause for his death. So, Kansa had a fair share of demons whom he put in line to kill Krishna. But, he and his demons failed every single time and bowed down to the supreme nature of Krishna. Bhagvad Gita, an undoubtedly pristine book was also Krishna’s giving to the humankind for establishing dharma(righteousness not religi...

8th of October, 2024 It was winter. Kathmandu was cold and lonely, a city that stirred sadness in my soul. A city whose quiet corners never saw sunlight, only the cold grips of winter. The only warmth they knew came from the wisps of smoke, tossed away by passing strangers. The colours of city bled like shades of unholy grays with a skin of cruelty. Winter was stepping towards its apex with a slow-burn. The dry and suffocating air spelled unease and intrigue. It searched for traces of melancholy hidden within me. The chills of the wintery breeze conquered me vulnerable. Then, meddled with my already grieving fragments of heart. My eyes that had long forgotten the cries of my heart let the swelling sorrows free. They traced warm paths trailing to my bed. I couldn't escape it. I sat there helpless, waiting for it to end. It did end, but after forging a new narrative in my mind,"सपना र शुन्यताको शहर, काठमाडौं!" Quote of the day: Is autumn cruel for letting...

I still remember that day vividly. It was about 10 in the morning when I had read your message. My heartbeat was pulsating with every word forward. I could not hold my breath still. After reading the message, I went numb and my mind froze. Every hopes of future turned into a pitch black oblivion. "Us" was shredded apart to just "you" and "I". I scurried out from my room towards the balcony. It was raining heavily with restless air swaying the rain. But, my mind was still in shock processing what had become. What it meant for the picture perfect future I had always desired. A gush of wind suddenly sprinkled waterdrops to my face bringing me back to the present. The rain water was expressing what my eyes couldn't. It was like nature trying to put me to ease. My hand reach for a cigarette in my pocket. I was determined to abstain from nicotine. But, at that moment it didn't matter. The weight of hopelessness was heavier than my...

Psychology always fascinated me. I take a great deal of pleasure in navigating the mindscape of people associated with the dark triad- narcissism, Machiavellianism and psychopathy. Informing myself with such knowledge is a relentless and pleasurable pursuit for me. It stirs my psyche with an unexplainable amount of thrill and insanity. Deconstructing the behavioural pattern and bridging the gap between thoughts and actions makes me feel omniscient for a fleeting moment. Maybe it’s the dopamine shooting beyond its limit. But, who cares? So, let’s take a brief walk into the world of dark triad now, shall we? Narcissist (Narcissism) , a term often used as an insult to infuriate someone simply means for a person with an excessive preoccupation with oneself and one’s own needs. Like the infamous Tom Riddle(Voldemort) from our beloved childhood nostalgia, Harry Potter. A narcissist, in plain observation from a distance, seems to have very fanciful obsessions with his...