a letter to little shreeya

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Let us be seated, fasten our seat-belts and travel back to the time of above. This was in Shangha- Bhaktapur Shivajee temple and i do have a vivid memory of this capture. There was a scenic view and it was on a certain height, so i was a little bit scared and then photographed. This was my favorite outfit, baba brought from Varanasi. I remember playing in slides and the fun space created for kids there. I used to love places that had special kindergarten constructed because life back then demanded those and it was the ultimate luxury. I still have few collection of my dolls, doctor set, and bhadakuti, safe and preserved.

There was this subtle innocence and constant curiosity of knowing more. During loadshedding, lying on baba ko bhudi ani playing tyo nokia ko snake game or random gau khane kathas with dai. Imitating mommy, when she used to go to office, in her absence i used to dress like her and pretend i am this grown up woman. I was a teacher and doctor to mero gudiya haru, hope they still remember me. Comparing to mero dai, i was a very silent, shy and reserved kid. I dont have such knitted stories of me being a chakchake human, it was all peace and to my parents there were no such chaos stirred by me unlike dai. The one time i remember and often we have a good laugh on is when i left home nearly 6 years old with bags packed full of my favorite toys and a chauchau for survival. I did pass by 5-6 blocks and returned back with a second hand embarrassment. In kindergarten, the result day it was so cutely funny that i used to buy chocolates before hand for the teachers  because my instinct used to always be right on standing first in the classroom. 

Galaxy days, where i have spend the ten years of my life. I dont recall but baba often do remind that after i returned from the first day of school i cried out loud and said , "ma najane yeta ta sabai jana english bolcha". I have a whole scrap book of handful memories, the school that gave a platform of shaping me in every possible way that i am today. I had good bonds with my classmate and my- the group of four, friends from grade 3 now on different paths doing utmostly great, they just made me not to hate school and make more memories of ramailo. I remember in grade 4 i used to take part in all competitions and grab all those certificate. There was a stage fear yet i continued to pursue and being the favorite of my head teacher was literally a shreeya era. This nostalgia hit is wholesome and revisitng often leaves me with a smile and gratitude,

Travelling back to 6 September, 2025, 21:39 NP, today, Shreeya we still have the cuteness preserved i guess. Today, i am doing fine and sometimes when heart is heavy, i recall the sano shreeya her journey from tiny steps and it fills the void with samjhana of maya. The lessons i have learned when i was a kid, i still reflect on. I have still this sensitive heart, i used to and still cry over small things because that was me and still is. I did care about my surroundings and i did let myself feel things to a deeper aspect. I saw a world partitioned into classes, saw people suffer, saw some people get through the sufferings. I saw how the world was warm with kindness and also it being cold with inhumanity. At the end, it was how the globe revolved. Shreeya, it is all fine la, some days are just heavy and there are days that come ahead to calm the storm. You are emotionally vulnerable, thats okay, it helps you to notice something hidden and concerns you to make an impact further. It is fine, dont be harsh on yourself, you will get what you want to achieve. Have dhairya in you. Your problems are always going to be smaller than you, no matter you being 152 cm okay. Yes, sometimes you are a human with emotions and you make mistakes but having the gut of accepting it and owing an apology will never make you a small person and sometimes perhaps forgiving and forgetting will rescue. Just be yourself, be positive, have some maya aafulaini, make mommy baba proud and treat people good. 

Your eyes that gazed the world has shifted cities, people, moments, memories but you as a person and the act of doing good to yourself and to your surrounding may never mislead the ultimate direction. Be kind and gentle to you and fill your heart with warmness cause that little shreeya does deserve this and make her feel that she is worthy of love and care.

Thankyou for reaching here, peace.


















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