Strange boy

Week 2:Naming

Beautiful night 

“A kind of story that happened when just happens that Story occurs when I was in process of my visa somewhere in Europe.  Unfortunately, Nepal doesn’t have many universities that accept techno practical based studies so we have to move on. For that student have to attended the embassy of neighboring countries China or India. India will be more reliable because Nepalese citizen don’t need any visa process; free border.  It’s all about journey, experience and incident hope you may like please feel to comment for my review.”

Chapter one:

Thinking about the smoke! Setting in vacant mind daunting of my visa process and the answer I should delivered.

Outside my room's window, a weird shadow was moving.

I could tell it was a woman's shadow. Was the daughter of the hotel owner attempting to humiliate me? I rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes. The shadow vanished, and then reappeared unexpectedly, traveling down the balcony. Was she referring to a morning stroll? Isn't there a better location for her to do it? She appeared to be concerned about something. It had the appearance of a pineapple.

I got up and walked out onto the balcony, only to realize I was completely naked. I went back in, put a towel around my waist, and headed back out to the sea, the waves having died away. I think it just my illusion then back to bed despite my mind was occupied with various things in strange enlivenment feeling; Hot and hot; first letter Hot indicate the feel of enthusiastic of seductive: incident just happen ; second letter making suffer from 41 degree temperature which I had had first time in my life

The shadow here had a strange habit of raving all night and then falling asleep in the morning.

That was the daughter of the hotel owner? “Come,” I wanted to say as I looked around and saw her beneath a coconut with a pole. Let's sip coconut milk using the same straw; yet, she wouldn't have noticed. I decided to let it go.

The newspapers had come by the time I returned to my room. I took them and went to the restroom. Reading cartoons while sitting on the dormitory adds to the enjoyment of the experience. A laptop will suffice if the cartoons aren't up to par. Someone will always make a few jokes.

    This has become a habit of mine.

Later, as I was getting ready, I observed her shadow outside my curtains once more. This teasing was too much to handle. When I opened my door, I noticed the hotel owner's daughter slipping away into another room, and I realized the visitor next door had requested a coconut. The acrid odor of cigar smoke crept up from the floor bellow’s balcony.

I went to pay my money and bid the motel owner farewell. Her daughter was halfway up the coconut at this point. I considered going below her, but she was dressed in trousers, so there was no point. ”Bye,” she said as the coconut thudded to the ground; I didn't feel compelled to answer; nearby, a tourist was folding a sheet of paper into a bird to peck his sweetheart.

I went to see the medieval church in Kathmandu. Outside, there was a big line, and as I joined it, I realized I was behind Nish. I covered her eyes with my hands on the spur of the moment.

She was taken aback and inquired, "Who is it?"

Her friends turned around and smiled like collaborators when they saw me.

‘Who is it?' she inquired one more. I didn't say anything, just looked over and felt her eyelashes on my palms. One of her pals decided to join in on the fun. She said, 'Take a guess.'

Nisha, on the other hand, escaped from my hands, whirled around, and spotted me. ‘Oh, you!' she exclaimed. Punching me in the chest is a full-fledged game.

‘Have you visited India yet?

‘Does it appear that I have left?'

‘So you're not going?'

‘I'm still considering it?'

‘What time does your train leave?' she inquired.

‘It has already left,' I explained, ‘but why did you miss it?'

‘Because of you,' says the narrator.

She was taken aback. ‘me’? ‘What have I done?'

'Nothing,' says the narrator.

‘So?’

‘I just didn't notice it. 'That's all,' says the narrator.

‘However, what exactly happened?' she inquired.

‘I was up all night thinking about you,' I confessed. Her buddies began to laugh and mutter to one another.

‘So you slept in too late?'

Nisha stated.

‘I've only just gotten out of bed.'

‘What a free soul you are,' she exclaimed.

‘The spirit should always be free,' I remarked, and she proceeded to introduce me to her friends. ‘It appears she's finally met someone who cans stand up her,' one of them added. ‘So none of you are able to? I made a joke.

‘She’s a little too much for us.' 'But we wish you all the luck in the world,' added a buddy, 'because you're going to need it.' The rest of the group busted out laughing.

‘You….!’ They went forward in the queue, Nisha continued, still giggling.

Nisha and I took a step back from the line. ‘It appears that everyone is against me,' she said, ‘what am I going to do?'

‘Making a documentary,' I said.

‘How are you?'

‘Why not?' says the author. And I'll create a portrait of you.'

She burst out laughing. ‘I'd be grateful if you could do that.'

‘All of my honor would be mine,' I declared.

'It appears I've been blessed by the stars,' she joked.

‘No. It would be a fantastic opportunity for me.'

She exclaimed, 'Fate smiles on me!'

‘Do I consider myself an opportunist?' I enquired.

'Do you think I'm a pessimist?' she retorted

I burst out laughing. ‘We don't need to be bound by any ‘isms.'

It's just a happy coincidence that we've met.'

‘Could we all be coincidencentalists(random rhyme words which don’t have meaning at all); part of coincidence time.

‘However, it appears that fate has brought us together,' says the narrator. 'After all, I was supposed to leave for Kathmandu,' I explained.

‘Do you mean we would have never met if you had left?'

‘It would have been challenging.'

‘Why’

‘I neglected to obtain your phone number yesterday,' says the narrator.

‘ I'm a knucklehead. I didn't remember to give it to you. 'Please accept my apologies.'

‘There's no need to apologize. I didn't request it.'

"She said," she explained.

'So you're saying you missed your bus because of that?'

‘Partially,' I replied.

'What exactly do you mean?'

‘Well, last night I wandered around seeking for your hotel,' says the narrator.

‘Oh, didn't I say where I was going to stay?'

‘I didn't ask, and I didn't expect it.'

‘Then you, too, are an i***t!’

'I wasn't until I met you.'

'What exactly do you mean?'

‘When I met you, I lost my senses.'

‘You goose!'

‘You mean I haven't done anything with you?'

'You've got it, but now you've messed it up?'

We were in the churchyard, near a bench.

We saw Nish's pals emerge from the church, which had remained firm and steady for over three centuries. The only thing in the churchyard that felt insecure was me.

As her companions approached, Nisha said, "Let's meet again in Pokhara."

‘So you want to bid farewell?' I enquired.

‘Did I really say that?'

‘Excuse me,' one of her pals said, interrupting us. 'Have you two finished conversing?'

‘We're just getting started,' I responded, as her pals laughed. I stood there watching them walk away, unsure of what to make of Nisha.

That evening, I sat on my room's balcony, sipping wine and watching the sunset paint the water like a large painting, with birds swooping down to collect fish from the waves. Nisha left her friends and came to join me, much to my astonishment. I pondered switching to something more difficult while she ordered a glass of wine. I was frightened around her and wanted to get plastered.

The hotel's loudspeakers were screaming in the courtyard across from my room, with Linkin Park urging his listeners; in the end, something murmured at my ears. I'm at a loss for what to say and do with Nisha. Was it because I was terrified of her feelings for me? Was I a knucklehead? I gave myself a pinch before resting my hand on my knee. I resisted the need to speak up, attempting to project a calm demeanor.

Another song began, and Bob Marley was first;'How can you know where you're going if you don't know your history?' After that, the first song began to play again: ’ Get up; stand up......

All I could do was drink and listen to the music since I couldn't speak. Nisha eventually went, going into the night beyond the shadow of a coconut tree. I could still smell her hair scent long after she'd left. My forgetfulness was probably a combination of the relaxed atmosphere, my own mood, and the fact that I'd drunk too much wine; my regret was that I hadn't said good-bye to her properly and couldn't remember if she'd said good-bye to me or not; my forgetfulness was probably a combination of the relaxed atmosphere, my own mood, and the fact that I'd drunk too much wine. These things happen in a location where you lose your individuality and become a faceless tourist. I was curious if I'd run into Nisha again.

On my balcony, I paced backwards and forwards. Cigar smoke was coming up from the basement once more. I had the want to go down and slap the smoker. What happened to the hotel owner's daughter? I think seeing her would have made me feel better.

I looked around to see whether anyone was still trying to knock down coconuts from the trees. The leaves on the trees were fluttering frantically, and the wind was picking up. The sea was a jumbled mess. The loudspeakers were still blasting music.

My laptop was turned on. There were three new emails, but I wasn't in the mood to respond, so I clicked, unaware that the first one was sent by some moron and had nasty jokes.