It was cold. It was beautiful. Every space filled with light. It was beautiful. Our decision to drive around the city was a good call. We, as in I and my friends, were listening to "Facing West" by The Staves in a loop. This moment was perfect. Beautiful and perfect. I fell in love with the city again (like I ever stopped loving it).
Dipawali is my favorite festival, always been. Reminds me of everything good in life - light, music, food, family, fun and above all the palpable happiness all around me.
As we were crossing the bridge in Kupondole, I decided to get off the car. They followed and then we stared at nothingness - silently. My goodness I missed this for six years. Six years of Dipawali lights. Six years of this magical moment. Six years of of Kathmandu at its best. At that moment, at that exact moment I could have been the happiest person alive. Dear blog buds, I wish you get the things you deserve and most importantly deserve the things you get. Stay insaney happy - now and always. =))