Surrealism laden air, tugs at familiarity. It calmly passes through the tousled hair. When unrelated kids stumble towards each other, and swap smiles, I'm pushed to a trance where I wonder if their smiles are the signals; if their smiles carry a speckle of bond. Maybe. Maybe not. As I sniffed the flavour of fried momo for the first time, I sensed a strangely familiar company. Did it bring the reminiscence of a stranger I wished to have association with? Now, as words find hut in my pocket notes, I'm forced to fathom the relationship 'twixt them. It's the familiarly unfamiliar familiarity. Even time, the Lord of lives, cannot overwhelm it, because it's beyond steer, beyond tangibility, beyond death... It entwines with the souls that lay bare midst gusts of air. It's indelible. The bond out of emotions. #YQbaba #life #afterlife #pastlife #death #yourquote #powrimo #philosophy
