Wonderfully Clouded Kathmandu City

Some days, I stay in bed trying to stop the day from occurring. A hopeless matter indeed, but what can you do when you lose the strength to face the day as it is? There are tasks that need doing, and you recall them, and the guilt pushes you out of bed. I am engulfed by that guilt, and most days pass by with wishes to change that, one way or another. Don't get me wrong, I've had a good life, and it has been mostly fulfilling in terms of having achieved some wishes. However, when it comes to depth, I've barely swum below the surface, afraid of the dark blue waters. Hopelessly, I look out the window and see the gray clouds covering the city, about to pour down. I take the weather personally too, and that is no way to live, but that's how it has been for as long as I remember. Today, with its potential for heavy rain, the day is likely to flood me with emotions while covering this wonderful Kathmandu city.

However, I have a few things I want to accomplish on rainy days. I want to take short videos of the area around the holy Bagmati River. The corridors, in some places, have been beautified with wonderful parks and have become an amazing sight to see. To show you what I mean, I'll update this post with a link to the video if I ever finish shooting and editing it. I'll need a high-energy day for that; today is just going to be about reading some good books. I'm currently in the middle of Atlas Shrugged and find its resonance with our modern society amazing. What hope can you have when fiction can bring you down so low?

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