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“Paradesh”
Paradesh reminds the desh that is faraway. In this case, I’m in paradesh, we are in paradesh, missing our desh, the beloved country, my home, my Nepal, our Nepal.
In my childhood memory, the old Nepali folk songs have left a great impression of the lovers bemoaning the separation going to parades or leaving beloved in the desh. We too have left our near and dears, lovers and friends in our country, back home and whenever the idea of paradesh comes, tears fill the eyes and a deep sigh comes.
Summer is knocking the door of spring, the naked trees started being hopeful of the new leaves, a kind of sweet odor has filled the air. Listening the sweet chirping sound of birds in the morning, and seeing the blue sky, somehow I couldn’t stop being nostalgic remembering home and the old days. No matter how far we live, wherever we go, the bond with the country, the place where we were born and spend childhood always remain there, deep in the bottom of the heart. Holi has just gone…I miss the time how we used to play with the different color of the rainbows….red, white, blue green and yellow…all mixed together again being the deep longing of the home and family. People celebrating good Friday and holy- Easter , having family dinner together makes me feel good thinking that how happy I used to be in home celebrating each little thing together. Nepal is not far as long as we have deep love for home and for country. Here I’m speaking in the behalf of all Nepalese family living here in paradesh through this magazine “Paradesh” which is worth appreciating.
In a sense, we are not so far if we feel the well known saying that the distance of the miles isn’t mattered if there is no distance in the heart. Love is that bond that ties everything and everyone in a strong single thread. We are under the same sky, our family, near and dears back in home -Nepal and us. We have just the single sun and moon to share and the same twinkling stars. Every time when we sigh seeing the sunset in the sky, our beloveds will sigh in the same time seeing the sunrise there…the same sun, rising here and setting there at the same time. As long as we are in the same universe and the heart is filled with love, nothing can break that bond, the power, either of the family, the society or the nation itself. All we need is to love the home…the single home or the entire nation as a home. The thing is same. Once we feel that integrity, the closeness, the love and the strength, we all Nepalese become the same family members of a home…a good joint family with rich culture and tradition. Starting from my single longings to the home and the moments I miss, I tried to end my pain mixing with all Nepalese pain living abroad. Lets be one, let’s not forget home…lets not forget Nepal, This Paradesh” magazine is a “Dhukdhuki” a “spandan” that Nepalese heart feel. Lets keep this heartbeat strong and alive forever, filled with Nepalese love and adoration. All my wishes for this
“Paradesh”.
Shilu N Ghimire
Bellevue, USA
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