Kathmandu, Nepal,
This is a real story from the time of the massacre:
"Kamala! See who is knocking at the door," my friend, Rubina, told me, as she herself drank water from a glass and took a deep breath. "How can I see who is at the door? I am cooking rice," I said. "It is my uncle and cousin?, who want to stay here for the night," she said as she went down the stairs. A lovely song was being broadcast at the moment. "It's playtime," she said, coming down the balcony. I was busy preparing tea When I came down, her uncle introduced me to his guest, saying "This is Kamala, Rubina's friend."
While I served tea to the guest and my friend's uncle, I dared to say, "Actually, I am not what Uncle says. I'm a learner and now I am learning to do. Please don't believe Uncle. I have a lot to learn."
"Kamala, in Mumbai the situation is muddled because a lot of the violence is their proxies functioning as death squads with the aim of trying to start to divide the economic power of India". Uncle further said.
It shocked me. It was beyond my principles. "Uncle, I want to tell you I hate terrorism and violence from the bottom of my heart. Please believe me. I, as a nice woman, must speak from the heart, with emotion. I feel women have a great power to express emotion. I want peace and love everywhere including in Nepal" I said.
I stayed at the Hotel Taj Mahal for three nights with my sister in 2006. I miss the beautiful Taj mahal in Mumbai, India.
"Kamala, I am sad because of terrorism and violence in Mumbai." My Indian friend Sweta sent an email.
"Dear friend Sweta, at this moment, I will not miss to write you a letter. I wish, peace will continue in Mumbai. I want peace and love in India. I want peace and love in Nepal." I spoke it from the telephone booth, which I could not continue as my mind was filled with a deep pain.
I went on listening what Sweta said. I felt extremely disgusted. Sweta was sad and distressed.
We were introduced past four years as in a birthday function held in Kathmandu. After our meeting, every second , minute and hour is memorable to me. "Life without struggle is meaningless. Struggle for peace, struggle fo r forgiveness for love. Struggle for humanity."' After reading the second paragraph of her second email I determined to keep the bond with her. Strong feeling keeps the peace strong.
'"We needn't confuse or hesitate to draft the history of tomorrow. There must be strength in our determination and we should promote peace and love. This is the life activeness". Thus the email ends.
I further told Sweta "Please imagine the blue sky and the sea . I ensure the blue sea has driven away our fear of terrorism. The birds are flying freely , you are composing a poem and I am listening to it. Even I cannot imagine it. Some times I fear to think our feelings may not come true. I have not become hopeless". What would happen if Sweta disappears forever in the same way I began to think.
" It is time to go for sleep" I was shocked to hear Rubina's voice.
It is already darkened to night, and the morning would be only a hope.
