Story of a lonely guy…

Well, that is the story of my life… ( long deep breathing)

One of boss ordered me to visit Harder site, where the client was in conflict with the contractor. Every inches of tape produces miles of distance in the Good relation & kills the working environment.

Public need infrastructure like road (excess way), sewer line,manhole & tap (distribution line of drinking water) but they can’t understand what the Government says. Because they lived in VDC and it is now transforming to MUNICIPALITY.
The road width varies from five meter to eight meter, public must sacrifice their 1.5 meter land for the road; which bothers them.

It’s none of the my business but our company’s work lie in between.
 So, we’ve to make a drastic and mutual understanding. Public leader was invited and taught all the rules,norms and future possibilities of being standardization. He came to that point of comprise and convinced the fellow.

And our works started…

Miles of road construction, rehabilitation & maintenance work is full of bothering,pressure and exciting that I spent centuries of my glorious days. 50 meters of road construction, both sides are provided by wall, 30 m^3 quantity of mason,chip,concrete,sand and water uses daily…
It’s massive project that I’ve involved but thin project in terms of my salary (winks).

When I was walking the site by observing the finished work, I saw HER.

SHE was the one who drastically changed my life in dramatic fashion.

My eyes are poor in vision but it can smell millions of hidden secrets (winks)

 Footsteps are stopped, so as the heartbeat. Crush between four eyes, then both murmured to the past and passed by…

 Just …

Well, that was my story…


Just walking on the street of the city, I was thinking of nothing ’cause i have no any feelings !!! 

Truly!!



I miss everything what I’ve done in the past and have regrets about it. 

The nostalgia always burns myself… 
Truth is always bitter, just like nostalgia, past…  


I’m a wordless boy….


If there isn’t no presence of HER, my story never starts nor end itself…(really)


SHE, albeit a pretty girl of my time and I’ve heard most of my days with her praise, just like 

she’s beautiful” , “she’s gorgeous” , “she’s so smarter” , “she’s so dignify to family”…


My coward heart slowly rises to her and another series of words begins… Completely silly act that period and still remember…

Cradled in love…




Her reminiscence always bother me, headache ’cause that was my silly period, series of mistakes/blunders…

I regret the way She is not in my life

But, she taught everything …
The more important is, 

“never judge a book by it’s cover”


She’s like a book

And I ???

I was/am/will be a book’s cover,

Forever…