My World

                                                P.C: Arija Shakya For some time, I’d believed I’d found the best burger in town and I had comfort in that very thought. I was almost reluctant to try burgers at new places. But when more than few people started suggesting I try the Lama Grill Burger, I got curious as to whether it really was better than Burger Shack. That and it is only like 5 minutes away from where I live. So, one fine evening my sister and I planned to have dinner at the very place. Lama Grill Burger is a quiet place tucked away inside the city. Not a really big place either but inviting. The menu looked interesting; we were looking at a place that had various options of burgers; truly heaven for burger enthusiasts! What caught our eye on the menu was the Mt Everest burger and this is one of their best sellers. Rightly named Mt Everest burger, the burger stands tall and proud and oozing out goodness. This has got to be the biggest burger in town. Several patties sandwi

The term has always seemed fascinating to me if nothing less. Finding the one has always seemed next to impossible; realistically speaking so. 7 billion on this world; how would I expect to find my soulmate out there when they could be anywhere in the world? And even bigger is the question how do you know they are the one meant for you? That’s a question probably bothering many right now. And so, on one bright sunny day when my sister and I were going for a little walk around the neighborhood, and she lashed that age-old question out at me; I only managed to say: “You just know”. As Plato puts it: “According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power,  Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.” And that is where the term soulmate is generated from. It is literally half of your soul. That is beautiful. I truly believe that there is someo

  Memory is a powerful thing; perhaps more than we can account for. And it was the desire to dip into those memories that made me pick the yellow photo album that particular day. The yellow photo album stands out among the many photo albums in our cabinet. Granted it was the color that made it stand out, but it was also something else. Many photo albums had something assigned to them: our parent’s wedding, my eldest brother’s childhood, my elder brother’s childhood, my childhood, dad’s trips, our graduations, my eldest brother’s wedding and many more. But the yellow photo album was different. It was like the new kid that stood out different among the crowd of students. The yellow photo album is a melting pot of random photos. It has no one particular event or purpose. It is a jumble of my eldest brother’s stay in Japan, my cultural dress photos from school, wedding functions of our relatives, and my trip to China. And perhaps, it was this jumble, that made this yellow photo album e