Saturday, May 9, 2015

The Seventy Two hours




Those three days were the most terrifying days of my life. We just didn't lose thousands of our brothers and sisters, all our hopes were shattered into fragments, our cultural heritage sites turned into rubble and many small entities of our life lost. Seeing people wounded, crying for treatment, wailing in memory of their lost ones and trauma and affliction everywhere is a sight no one would ever wish to see or feel even in their worst nightmares.

Once again mother nature had proven that no man made invention is stronger than her. Nepal has once again lost thousands of its children and has been pushed 10 years back. Like after every rainfall there appears a beautiful rainbow, like after every sunset there is a sunrise I hope the wounds will gradually heal, new hopes will emerge and people will once again start their lives anew.







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