I hail from a very small downtown, fondly called Butwal, lies in western Nepal, almost 245km (153 mile) far from the capital city Kathmandu, Nepal.  Butwal perhaps best known being Zonal Headquarter of Lumbini and for me it’s everything. Butwal wakes and sleeps with Tinau River which comes up from hill station Palpa as rocky stream with its intense gradient.

Mad River

In summer, Tinau turn larger than life. It’s dried sand with some streaks of quartz makes things more thirstier shore which is pushed upto the extra limit and turning Tinau almost like parched river like brook,  The shore’s bushes wilting in the oppressive heat seems it demand monsoon earlier than expected.  May be it felt nuff mingling infested with mounds of waste .  And the day Monsoon arrives. Tinau turns insane,  gulp  every damn thing find on its way, dissolve mix in its dark-brownish-tea-like torrent. In just one wink, the graceful shore vanished, disappeared. And here Butwal see its avatar again. Remind, don’t take it lightly.

Tinau River
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There are two old bridges in Butwal which inter-connect Old and New Butwal, the local people call Old butwal as Pari Butwal. The river and the jungle often render stiff breeze , lead the bridge swing . I could stand still and watch some visitor being frightened, gripping the ropes as it looks them it gonna collapse. I have seen many visitor crying for help. Just because the wind that blows through Tinau river is so strong.

Shameless Shoe

During my Third standard, I used to walk through this bridge (see below) to reach my Elite English School in Old Butwal. My teacher used to march us from New Butwal. One fine day, I dropped my shoe . I could not go with one bare foot. But I had to walk and I walked shamelessly.

Butwal Bridge
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Fisht Tank

In many instances, I ran away from School just because I failed to do my Home Work especially Nepali, The subject teacher was a stern disciplinarian. I could not stand to see his demon face. To avoid worst nightmare,  I rather went for  fishing in Tinau River. The fishing was a real fun. I used to get friends like me easily, spent whole damn day fishing and fishing. I could pronounced almost every fish name I encountered. Before we say goodbye, the fishes were shared equally. Well for me, I kept my shared alive in a plastic bottle. Once I saw friends returning back from school, I prepared myself get ready for sweet home, pretending being back from my school. There was the other bridge, the first one, I prefer going through the way avoiding collision course. The worse part is, I kept these fishes in my house water tank. I literally never thought that we used tank’s water for cooking.  I dare to make lame attempt to bring those fish back. All in vain.

After few weeks, the water start stinks & I just remained quiet or may be I overreacted.

Finally, My dad discovered that there were dead fishes floating. He gave a clear hint that the fishy game was between either of his two sons. Certainly, we got a pretty nice lesson throughout night.

After that incident, I never thought of bringing a single god damn live fishe in home again.

Summer’s School

I thought, was that the best summer of my life? As mercury climbs on its breaking level, and blistering heat wave pounds large tracts of Butwal, my parents remind me of hyperthermia to confine within home.

Unlike hilly reason, Butwal perched on the base of Churray hills, like a gateway to plain landscape. Are we lucky though, yes we are. Take it a morning jogging or just a strolling, u reach in 15 minutes amid a snaky narrow roads clinging with the steep curvy rocky mountain often mixin of slippery banded gneiss. You look the left Tenau turning like a creek but empowers with a high current, renders to spin hydraulic turbine of  Butwal Power Company (BPC).

And the school of summer’s day. We hill-near-terai-kids get special privileges.  Holiday for a month and eventually a morning school bell at 6:00am sharp.

My school stands near the bank of Tinau, And its cold breeze tempts me.  As dreaming with the stream, I wished to turn it real. Before  the dawn, I stands ready with wax polished shoe & clean white and blue attire;  Grab a lunchbox with desperateness of  8:30  interval, And once it break,  my patient blows off me, and here, myself get the shoes in one hand, and the other tiffinbox, bothering little about wet paint but concern to conquest a few meter stone that gracefully stands aside of the river.  The friends that comes a few minute later are just about my picks for invitaion. I unpack my tiffin box, gulp chile-turmic-laced stir-fried rice along with  river’s smell dissove in  a morning cool stiff breeze. I, as usual  facing towards the north as of favorite viewpoint,  staring scenery where two big Kuheray rock hills embraces and form some kinds of meaningless meaning.

Friends & Ahead

Those day friends happy to have no TV, or may be with 1 channel & 3 hrs show,  just fine without Internet.

So fast, you entered puberty, then a sweetheart in your classroom. Just never revealed and keep so secret. Every moment of her presence always feel like heavenly, Oh god! just wished never go away.

Things turn you  completely upside down and all over your side change, life seem in fast lane, one day you have to say goodbye to old friends,  and you realized you missed them very much. Much more than you ever thought of.

Well dude, before I am dead, I will definately fill up these pages with my sweet memories. Till then keep reading my blogs shits every week!