It was the day of black clouds and unknown shadows above my head. The day, full of secrets and mysteries, was both tragic and historic. Nature and time played with me and with you, too. My dear friends and my wonderful readers, today I will utter a few things that I have learnt and gained from my loneliness and silence. Here are some words of wisdom and thoughts of knowledge from the thirsty soul to you.

Yeah, nature's bed danced without music, and the way it danced brought so many problems and troubles in our human life, and the heart of my country cried without tears.

The time 11: 56, April 25, 2015 (Baisakh 12, 2072), when we faced the most horrible earthquake of our life.

More than 9,000 souls of my brothers and sisters left this beautiful world and travelled to the city of heaven. They were so innocent and sinless, but God took them away for no reason, and I am crying in their remembrance.

More than 22,000 persons were badly injured, and they are still suffering from profound wounds and sorrow. Thousands of lovely citizens of my mother became homeless and hopeless.

Many monuments that were built by my ancestors came crumbling down, and it has taken so many years to raise them once again.

The eyes of Kathmandu Durbar Square, the hands of Patan Durbar Square, the legs of Bhaktapur Durbar Square and the ears of Boudhanath Temple were shattered.

But we never realised that greatness and beauty come from broken things, yet the leaders of my nation are lost in their slumber. So shameful and so hurtful!

One more time, we are facing the global disaster, COVID-19, and more than 2.4 million citizens of this Earth have died and tens of millions have been infected by the virus.

In Nepal, close to 3,000 brothers and sisters have fallen prey toCOVID-19. What a silent grief! What a big sadness! What's going on, and what are the lessons of life that we have learnt? The Earthquake took us to the streets, but COVID has isolated us in one dark room, and loneliness has become our close friend. Not physically but also mentally, we are dying from inside.

Whatever, the sun will shine one more time to brighten up our gloomy morning. Dark nights will be filled with peace and prosperity. Our loneliness and silence will be a story of success. A little bit of respect and a little bit of care for my loving readers.

We shall dance, and we shall sing for our dreams. There are high hopes and strong beliefs.

Let's walk and talk together hand in hand. Let's fight the battle of life because there is a light that we are all pursuing.

A version of this article appears in the print on February 25, 2021, of The Himalayan Times.