When will we be able to go to Kathmandu! If you get a chance, go to Mugu! Rara is very good,' said Sita and Sukhanadi, Mugu's mother and daughter-in-law, who met when they were leaving Devprayag, India. After that, I decided in my heart - I will definitely reach Rara once.

Exactly 6 months later, I stood on the banks of Rara. The first view of Rara Lake from behind the Salla trees blew my mind. Like a beautiful painting.

'Wow!' 

Blue skies, snow chains and many changing colors. It is as if nature has hidden its most precious jewels here. Rara Lake is that jewel.

I didn't know if it was my courage or madness to reach here alone. This much is known - my nerves were dancing with joy. I had a lot of gossip with Rara. was to touch. The memory of Sita and Sukhnadi, leaving their home and sweating in a foreign land, was to be given to Rara. If I had not met them, when would I have arrived? I would come once in my life, but would Sita and Sukhanadi's love come with me?

'Nani, don't take a good photo. We stand here.'

An uncle of about 70 years placed two bags on one side of the square and called his wife with his hand to take a picture. I felt like I saw them from time to time.

Oh! These uncles and aunties had come with me in a jeep from Talcha some time ago.

Well, both of them laugh at each other. I will take a good photo.'' During the

photo session, sometimes they felt awkward, sometimes shy.

'Uncle, don't hug aunty.'

It was getting late. It was difficult to get a good photo due to low light, but I managed to capture a memorable photo of the loving couple with Rara in the background. Nowadays, it is not customary to print photos, but if I put them on the wall of Facebook somewhere and Zuckerberg reminds me years later, maybe they will remember me too. How beautiful is it to be remembered by someone?

2080 Dasai is over. Tihar was still a few days away. I bought a plane ticket from Kathmandu to Nepalgunj saying 'Yahi ta ho ni mauka'.

Niru, a friend who studied together in college, was in Nepalgunj. She is a housewife and doing business there. I planned to stay at his house for one night. He hadn't seen her since college. After a decade, I met him for the first time at Ranjha airport. His son is 10 years old. Few have the courage to sit at home and eat at the same time without talking for so many years. He kept giving advice and suggestions, 'How much do you travel? Don't even make blogs like this. Make a video and put it on YouTube.'

It's not that this wisdom has not come, but to become a digital creator, you need a lot of confidence. That's what's so big about digital creators these days. 1 out of every 3 homes has a digital creator. A lot of money is earned! I would have gone there if I had the chance, but my current plan was to see Rara until it passed. The affection of Sita and Sukhanadi was to be surrendered to Rara.

The most important task was to get a ticket from Nepalgunj to Talcha. Tara Air and Sita Air are the ones going to Talcha on that day. Sita flew in the morning. It was hoped that the Tara Air ticket would be available. I never imagined that it would be so complicated.

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Nowadays you can get a ticket for a political party, but not a ticket for a plane going to a remote place. After much verbal tussle, tussle and physical tussle, a ticket was finally won. I also got the boarding pass. However, I wasn't sure I was going to get locked until the plane boarded. Whether the plane will fly or not—another emergency. But, finally the plane took off. My heart had flown before me and reached Rara.

``Mr. Rara is going to go?,'' asked a smiling sister while they were struggling together while taking the ticket for the Tikure plane. 

'Yes sir,' I gave a short reply.

It's always like this here sister. It is difficult not to get a ticket,' she tried to clarify. In Gafaigaf, she said, "I am going home to celebrate Didi Tihar." I live in Kathmandu.' 

'Studying in Kathmandu?,' I asked. 

'I play football in the Nepali team, sister. My name is Purnima Hamal.'

The sister who was smiling, helping everyone and talking to everyone, is a Nepali women's football player. My heart sank.

'Oh. How much of a plane!'

This is the first thought that came to mind as soon as I saw the plane. I was surprised to see the pilot climbing into the cockpit while chewing a betel nut in his mouth. There was also laughter. Sometimes I was afraid. The pilot sat in the cockpit and closed the plane door. The driver appeared to pull the truck door open. My seat is right behind the cockpit.

Carrying 15 people, the compass of Tikure plane moved from Nepalgunj to Talcha. Those who have ridden the TwinOtter have said, 'Bessari hallayah hai, satto jaa.' 15 people in the plane were flying with their lives in the palm of their hand.

The plane seemed to shake violently - it was gone, now it crashed into the mountains.

The children were crying. It was an adventure for me, but I thought to myself - for the residents here, this is an eternal nightmare.

After the plane landed at Talcha airport at 1 o'clock, I felt like my soul returned to my body. I felt as if I had survived a great cycle. Big mountains all around and this small runway of Talcha in the middle. As soon as we got off the plane, we were hit by a cold wind. Science says air has no taste. Says wrong. You have to know how to taste. The air of Mugu is very sweet. 

'Are these mountains covered with snow in winter?', I asked turning to the full moon.

"Yes sister, it will be completely covered with snow, the airport itself will be closed," she said.

I snapped a photo or two.

Purnima took her bag and said, "Didi, why are you going alone today?" Don't go to our house instead. Let's stay there. I will never forget his sweet kindness.

'No, it's fine. Let's meet again and again,' I took a selfie avoiding her request.

'Didi, it will be evening when you reach. Animals are a little afraid of walking on the road. Don't go by jeep instead. It will take you to Milichaur.'

I would have known more about my village than him! I took her word for granted.

A jeep is trying to move without reaching a passenger. When I got near the jeep, the other seven people were also stunned.

The jeep I was riding in flew towards Milichaur, blowing dust on the unpaved road. Purnima zip towards Gamgarhi. 

An old uncle-aunty who asked to take a photo was found in the same jeep. They reached Milichaur after 6 days by bus and jeep from Butwal. That's why he looks tired. After the

photo session, that uncle said, "You know, Nani, Rara had a plan to come after marriage, 40 years ago." 

'Oh! yes Congratulations to you. Even after 40 years, you have arrived,” I said excitedly.

'How hard it was, don't say anything,' he said with a long breath, 'travelling Nepal is getting old.'

His eyes were deep inside. Skin as if blistered. Maybe due to the cold of Karnali, both of their faces were swollen. Neither food nor sleep. Where is it easy to travel?

If you don't have a campfire on the shore after arriving, there is no point in coming!

Many groups met on the first evening. Some are families, some are couples, some are official refreshments, some are seeing sugar daddies and sugar babies. All of them were great in their own tunes. Some were dancing, some were warming the fire. I would take turns joining all the groups, lighting the fire and listening to their gossip. When they asked me about me, I used to give different answers in each group.

A sweet voice echoed from a group with guitar strings, "Speak something sweet, the night is falling like that." 

I took a deep breath and muttered, 'Let's dance like a junkie dance in the dark.'

At 7am someone knocked on my door.

It was the same uncle carrying two bags, covering his face with a hat and muffler. 

"Health didn't help Nani, we're going back," aunty said in a throaty voice, "I'll travel taking care of health, Nani." She patted my cheek.

His expression was childishly warm, but his hand was running like a hot rap. He has fever all night.

That uncle and aunty left the hotel with the bag. Walked along the banks of Rara to find a boat. I watched them from the wooden balcony for a long time.

They couldn't sit on the edge of the river and make love. The entanglements of life could not dissolve the rifts that kept each other apart. Unmukt couldn't stop laughing for a while. After completing all the responsibilities of children, job, marriage, they could not smile saying 'we have arrived today'. During 40 years, how much anger, how much hurt, how many dreams and wishes were not fulfilled. If health would have supported them, they would have held each other's hands and been happy looking at their lives in flashbacks. However, they came back with four-five photos of Rara in Milichaur as a background on their mobile phones. 

"Even if the old dream of reaching Rara has been fulfilled, it will be useless if the old body is not supported by health," Uncle said while returning.

I thought after listening to that uncle - a difficult journey leads to the most beautiful destination, but reaching the destination does not allow you to rejoice, relax and forget there. That pain gives a strange sensation.

After a few years, maybe the story of Rara will be different in their memory and mine. But, Rara will always flow like this dream.

My phone had no charge. The power bank was empty as well. I didn't even buy a return ticket to Kathmandu. It is not possible to return to Kathmandu without going to Talcha, Talcha must be reached anyway. The havoc of load shedding did not stop here either. From Saleri to Murma, the light has gone. There was no address when he would come.

"Pakhnus hai, if someone comes to Talcha, I will send them along," said a soldier while writing down names and numbers at a military check post.

I have to get to Talcha anyway. I have a flight to Kathmandu tomorrow morning,' I begged.

The man who has a flight tomorrow morning, why don't you come back a little early? Are you going to walk alone?', he objected.

I was shocked, 'Hey! Shouldn't I be able to walk alone in my own country?'' I wanted to say

, but I managed to say something else, 'Nowadays, how many solo travelers are walking?'

'Yes, they say solo, but there are three or four people. We will not stop that. But, are you going to come this far from Kathmandu alone?'

'You should give the message that Nepal is safe to women who are trying to walk alone, wander, and understand the world. Make such an environment. Place checkposts at various places. Put the helpline number on the board. Shouldn't you put up a warning sign that there is a danger of wild animals coming to the place,'' my suffocation spilled out after being handled for a long time. Is the girl going to walk alone as a person? Are you going to rebuke me?'

While this discussion was going on, a senior came and asked, 'What is Vaira's?' Were there no friends?' 

My friends are not. But when my time is right, my friends' time is not right. Life ends when friends wait, their work cannot be done.

This is what I wanted to say, but it was not necessary to say it. I just shook my head.

Nothing happened to them before I fell. One said, 'Okay, then I'll go get you locked.'

This was another challenge for me. I guess. 

'Is it for your safety, ma'am? He is afraid of leopards,' at this moment he felt as if he was shocked. 

was no longer a work with much discussion. It was getting late. There was no charge in the mobile phone, nor lights in the whole village. I had no other choice. The soldier filled my trekking bag. He kept walking behind me like a bodyguard. I thought to myself - how much concern for my safety? 

'If you want to sit and watch, please stay.' After walking for a while, he said, 'Rara looks even better from this route.'

After two and a half hours of Rara walking along the coast, a hill came. Now the path to the forest starts from the hill. The lake is not visible. If you want to be alone, stay, watch Rara until he dies, I will wait for you over there.'

It was sunset time. Rara's color was changing. Sometimes pink, sometimes blue, sometimes purple, sometimes green, and the color of a sinking sunset. That wonderful scenery has kept me in a bituduccount. Ucchrucuuous of a happy Ukusamukukus or peer? I like crying. I like to cry. However, the rora kept smiling. The sun went drowning. Seeing

is the first time in the first time and when the last time, every person is zero for a while. I also became too I snugged my mind in every color of the lake. I felt in the waves of myself my own life's bowl. I left my precious time of life and part of my existence.

was standing like a idol, the soldiers, who was walking with me for hours.

saw some horses and passengers even after an hour. He did not ask my name, and I asked.

saw a few other passengers. "He must not suffer much.

'now I go alone from here. Do you return the camp? '

', 'he said so. & Nbsp;

: If someone elsewhere was alone in my place, he would come or come out?

went after he returned to follow him. I carried my bag and falls on my opinion. When I don't have a

'to leave the way, never forget,' she screamed when she was getting up.

', let's say. Go well, 'I also cried about moving oranges.

is up to him and with me. Some steps looked back after walking. That didn't see anyone again. & Nbsp;

I had no ticket to Nepalgunj returns. The lock airport was near stone, wood and like zone, and little hotel. What, the courtyard, pulled me. The name of the race was, Jaydevi.

'came alone?'

'is.'

Jaydevi shine in the eyes of the sister. She called her daughter and said, 'Look the initiation, the sister goes to a walk alone. You must be like this sister. You will neither visit alone for Nepalgungunj, "the first-old class, returned.

I hadn't got bathing for three days. Perhaps the smell was smelling big soups. Jaydevi, sister heated hot water to a bath. Initiative by initiation, the potatoes and Turur, Goalandea pickle. I got the sun in his courtyard and got a fame and pickle. I went to two days when I didn't get story-braak ticket. I was interested in this race, Pushpa and their friend. They asked many questions, 'Why did you come to walk alone? How is the rora? How is Kathmandu? '

has come to his house from 8-year-old Pushpa Hamla. Was a little hyperxtive. Redish Arjun, 'No Array Arjun, "Sick-Break is stuck around the village. Some had already learned my name. Police staff, the airport staff, all Jaydevites came to tea in the courtyard of a sister. I suggested many ways to get tickets.

used to say, 'Tower-Break may use,' Tower-Break is required. 'How difficult it is here to get the ticket. As soon as the fighting of the Mahabharata in Kurukari. Kuruksha's Mahabharat was over 18 days. This will be a similar thing for 180 years. '

were about three days from Kathmandu for three days, do not get tickets.

'also comes a ticket in my name,' I will get along, "Jaydevivi Sister I was fluous. I got a ticket to the next day after great distress. Flest-finally Symit gave me a ticket. Then I went out to visit the locals the governor market. Nothing do things for small villages, entertainment. A crowd of crowds in the village is playing Tars, another Holly Carent board. The child in their wives, stood with his husband. Who wins, who lies, accountable money. Being Huting. This is not the case, but I was also thinking. & Nbsp;

seems to see me silent, 'is always the same thing. It is a little full of ten. 'Sky-Break-BREAK Jaydevi is clear from the courtyard of the fire. When was the last time I saw the last time I had seen, never realized it.

time always teaches something. Mugu visits taught me a lot. As we begin to bloom, we can see my pride, "you do not know. ' And think - it is not necessary to know everything. 'Ynut Nids Too-Randhng.'

is not necessary to think that only what was found, why did my step feeding in my footsteps? Silence in a deserted jungle for hours of silence a soldier To understand why I follow you, goes the way for me to take steps? I think there is all the time, 'You will not run away.' And I will tell him, 'I had met him when I went to the room. We were in the same plane. 'I don't even get the beds of the world and the taste of