A woman looks at the names of missing persons at a reporting centre in the city of Kamaishi in Iwate prefecture. - Photo by AFP
Why? I don't know.
I fell in love with writing in my pimple age. Those days were very interesting. I want to revive them. But how? It is impossible.
We (Kamal Pun, who killed in Nepal Ganj by former Royal Nepal Army in the People's War period) used search songs, poem and short stories also on the leaves of the trees in the Dang. We never missed to watch movies, they may be love stories or horror or Hawa film, in the Ganesh, Rapti and Nima Film Hall. And, we used to wiped when hero and heroin got pain, tragedy… And, we used to say that how best film, I did not stop my tear. Tear was the measurement of the quality of film.
Yes, we had come from Rolpa, the base area of Maoist, origin place of People's War, with the war psychology where we had faced the terror of the police. We had seen our naked eye how they captured and looted happiness, dreams and family members of the common people without any mistake. Even, Maoist also did. But they persuaded them by class, by coaching and they involved knowingly and unknowingly in the People's War. But, Police? Never. Common people killed and they gave name Maoist terrorist.
Perhaps, the war psychology shifted me to read the conflict and tear.
Again, I read this story in the Pakistani newspaper Dawan, story of Tsunami in the Japan. I don’t know why I'm curtsying these stories in hataru. Plz, forgive me.