I was searching for a contact on my gmail archive earlier today, someone I knew some 10 years ago, and my hope was that I had forwarded the email from that person to my gmail account as I left the university after my undergrad degree in 2002. Unfortunately I couldn't find the person or the email I was hoping to find, although it was not important at all. I just wanted to see if I had an email address, I might have fired a "hello" email if I had found the address, thats all. The reason was that I just happen to think about this person suddenly today while I was having a conversation with a colleague about mental conditions/stress. This person I knew had a serious mental breakdown while working towards a masters degree, and even though wanted to pursue a doctorate programme, couldn't even complete the masters degree properly I think. Anyway, what I ended up finding was something completely different, a piece of poem-of-sorts that I wrote as a reply to a friend who had sent me a supposedly well-known/popular poem. So here is a challenge for you all: below is the piece I had written in reply to my friend, now try to find the original poem related, which is supposed to be popular on the internet, might even be a song now, but I'm not sure. My dear friend who sent me that poem in the first place, you know who you are so you can only be an observer here 😉

can't decide whether you are complaining
or giving me the compliment undeserved
clinging onto the old days old ways
a trait i had in me always

i thought you knew me too well
to complain about my stubbornness though
i don't believe it's silly, but it is true
i don't need autumn and the falling leaves...

to think of you


Hey AA, I couldn't find any other picture of you except this one - so here it goes. Should remind you of your beautiful hometown. For me it reminds of having to stay hungry. I know, I should have just ordered Daal-Bhat-Tarkari (Gundruk) for lunch rather than asking for the "fancy alien" pasta on cheese sauce!! 🙂

meeting arcs in her hometown

A couple more pictures of that area follows.
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