A person's mind must be very heavy or very light to dream. People are dreaming, even in the waves of sleep at night, even in the rush of work during the day. There is nothing that requires such a state to dream. Some literate people are drifting in waves of sleep at night.

At that time they needed pen and paper. People who have access to the use of letters always sleep with a pen and a small notebook on their pillow. I had heard from someone – the poet Gopal Prasad Rimal in his well-known poem 'Amako Sapna' said, 'Yes, that will come' with the determination that the change will come, it proved to be true. Change has become a reality. However, the heroine of country poet Rimal's drama 'Masan' remained barren like the young woman's womb.

Also, in today's dynamic era, people have the convenience of a phone or a notepad. To record dreams, you don't have to keep a notebook and pen on your pillow like in the old days. Today's people have reached the point where they can save their dreams in the machine even by speaking. However, it is equally true that the technology to record the dreams seen by people who are fast asleep at night may not have come yet.

A machine that can capture the wonderful bare reality and emotions of dreams that often appear as soon as the eyes of a person blink has definitely not been made. Who, is it even made? What will happen if such a machine is made?  The custom of the

world is also strange. Moreover, the customs of our country are not only strange, but also strange. All societies in the world are centered on power. He who remains in the center of power and endures is considered to be the most powerful. It is not about feudalism, aristocracy, communism and capitalism. Even the materialistic ideas and scientific inventions which are the achievements of man cannot influence the psychology of the centralized power. This is a global trend. 

dream analysts say, this is not only a matter of the country, but culture and traditions are also embedded in it. After listening to the story, now his mind has started to become a little more agitated and disturbed. When the mind is disturbed, a person begins to dream a lot: both good and bad.

A dream I saw in the last hours of Sunday night last week was very disturbing to me. The dream was terrifying. But what was that fear? I did not think of going to any learned astrologer to search for the meaning and anartha of that dream. But, a dream is a dream. Searching for its meaning is just a desire to have another similar dream. 

I think for a moment about the dream I had. I try to write it down in my notebook. In doing so, I completely forget both the size and the volume of the dream I myself had. That chapter of the dream ends there. The next night I wished to have a different dream. A dream is a dream. A dream is not something that can be seen in thinking.

After all, no matter how many miraculous inventions there are in the world, the invention of the dream recording machine has not been found. If people's dreams could be captured on camera and shown on a YouTube channel, how easy would it be for people to 'emotional blackmail': for those who run the government and those who are against it?

In a dream I had last night, a bike careening down the east side of the road nearly hit an EV car. The biker's eyes were on the mobile phone stuck on the bike's handle. A 'hearing device' was stuck in his ear.

Now unemployed boys drive 'pathao' - an easy mode of transportation for travelers who can't afford a four-wheeler taxi. Forty rupees went to New Road from Putlisadak, forty-five rupees came to Putlisadak from New Roads. Buses also ply in the city. Earlier, trolley buses also ran: from Kathmandu city to Bhaktapur city, from Bhaktapur city to Kathmandu city. The fun was different. The service was shut down after bright load-shedding hit the water-rich country. Now the 'concept' of driving a trolley bus has become old. 

Even though the bike didn't hit the EV car, a panic was added to the minds of the pedestrians. On the one hand, pedestrians in the city are afraid of cars. Even then, poet Bhairav ​​Aryal in one of his poems depicted the nine-foot-long buses running on the four-foot-wide streets of Kathmandu.

At that time, that poem became a carrier of reality. At the present time, how many pedestrians have to be victims of accidents when a bike is lifted and jumped towards the box on the streets of Kathmandu city, which are so busy? Fear has arisen. People who drive cars larger than the road volume are aware of the road. If they don't drive big cars, how will they respect the city? No one can say. After all, the city is the first stage of the exhibition of people's happiness and enjoyment, and the first cause of fear is the accident that happens in the city-market. 

A mind burdened by an 'almost' accident, a bit of fear, a bit of trepidation and a bit of sweat from walking around in winter. When I entered the office with this tension, suddenly the question came - what to say the original word in English? It was amazing that the original word was still in vogue in this city. However, the English wording of the original did not immediately come to mind. After a moment I remembered: original means original. Then the word organic came into the limelight. There is a whirlwind of organic words in Kathmandu city: organic coffee, organic oven, organic kitchen, organic dance, organic farming and organic sex. I compared myself to the unfinished chapter of a novel a novelist is writing.

For some time now I have been searching for the meanings of the words original and organic. As explained by Professor Shankarraj Pathak, original means natural and organic means organizational. These two words are disappearing in the crowd of words. Not to mention the entire Nepali society, these words do not hold much importance in the cities and markets of our own country Nepal. Words change over time. How many words have meanings that are not understood. If

is not used for a while, the words themselves get lost in the noise of words. Until recently 'people's war' was a catchy word, especially for the underprivileged. Now that word has no charm. When did the heroes of the Civil War turn into villains? No one found out. However, the rumblings of the people's war still persist. The fear of it has not subsided. Was that people's war natural or organizational? Was it sensual or biological?