RenunaNabin &
Thamel
OURFİRSTMEET
Thamel
LUXE:OURFİRSTMEET
ALoveThreeYearsintheMaking
Itwas10:30whenmyphonerang hernameflashingonthescreenlikeawhisperoffate. Iletitringonce,twice,beforecallingherback,unawarethatthismomentwouldchange everything.Andthen,thewordsIhadlongedtohear:aninvitation,achancetofinally meether.Threeyearsoflonging,ofstolenconversations,ofdreamswoveninmidnight musings—nowonthebrinkofreality.
TimeslowedasIgotready,myheartanerraticsymphonyofexcitementanddisbelief. Whatwasawaitingme?Ididnotknow.ButIknewonething—Iwasabouttomeetthe womanwhohadunknowinglybecomethemuseofmythoughts,thekeeperofmymost silenthopes.
Thamel.Luxe.Ourfirstdate.
Andthen,thereshewas.Ethereal.Breathtaking.Avisionthatmadetheworldbluratthe edges.Myheartceasedtobeatforasecond,onlytoeruptintoawild,uncontrollable rhythm.Butterflies?No,thiswasmore.Thiswasthefeelingofathousandwishescoming trueatonce,ofconstellationsshiftingtobringustogether.
ShewasmorethanIhadeverimagined.MorethanIhadeverdaredtodream.
Thamel
RAİN&MORNİNGSİNHERARMS
OurNightsinBihani,OurLoveintheRain
Thamelwasourplace whereourworldsintertwined,wheretimestoodstill.Therewasa spotsheloved,hersanctuary,andsoonitbecameminetoo.Wewouldgothere,order drinks,butitwasneverthealcoholthatleftmeintoxicated.Itwasher herpresence,her eyes,thewayshelookedatme.HowcouldsomeonebeeverythingIhaddreamedof, andstill,somehow,somuchmore?
Thencametherain—ourfirstrain,wildandrelentless,drenchingthestreets,drenching us.Weran,laughing,breathless,justlikeinthemovies.Butnomoviecouldevercapture themagicofthatnight,thewaymyheartraced,thewaytheworldfadeduntilitwasjust herandme,lostinthedownpour.
WefoundrefugeinHotelBihani.Asmallplace,unassuming,yetitbecameasecond home.Thoughwewereonlytherethrice,itheldmemoriesthatwouldlastforever.Itwas there,inthosequiet,dimlylitrooms,thatIfirstfellasleepinherarms mysafestplace, mypeace.
Bihanimeans"morning."Andthemorningswerebeautiful.ButifIhadachoice,Iwould havestoppedtime,keptthesunfromrising—becausenomorningcouldevercompare tothenightsspentbesideher.
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Pokhara
WHEREWEBECAMEUS BOA
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BOARDİNGPASS
Pokhara
WHEREWEBECAMEUS
Pokhara:TheCityWhereIChoseForever
Itwasunexpected mymotherwassick,andIhadtoleaveforPokharainahurry.Onmy waytotheairport,Icalledher,justtoseeheronelasttimebeforeIleft.Andshecame— withinminutes.InthosewhitelinenshortsIloved,standingintherain,justlikebefore.
Maybefatehaditsownplansbecause,inthatmoment,weknew—wecouldn’tpartways. So,liketwolovebirdsunwillingtobeseparated,webookedanotherticket.Wewouldgo together.Ourflightwasdelayed,butnothingelsemattered.
ThreenightsatJadeCityHotel herchoice,beautiful,justlikeher.Fromourwindow, PhewaLakestretchedendlessly,pristineandserene.Buteventhelake,eventhe mountains,eventheskiesabovecouldn’tcomparetoher.
Itwasatripoffirsts.OurfirstThakalim urfirstflight.Ourfirsticecream. Ourfirsttimesharingstoriesaboutou ourpasts,abouteverythingthat madeuswhowewere.Ourfirsttimesmokingweed,laughing,sinkingintoeachother’s presence.
Andthen,anotherfirst—perhapsthemostimportantofall.ThefirsttimeItoldherI wantedtomarryher.Notjustapassingthought,notjustafleetingmoment.Imeantit.I stilldo.
Oyrdrunktrip
Astrollturnedinto drinks.Drinksturned intoacelebration.And somehow,bymidnight,we wereinNagarkot—above theclouds,wrappedin mist.
Nagarkot
ADRUNKENFAİR
Nagarkot
ADRUNKENFAİRYTALE
Drunkinyourlove;morethananything!
Itstartedasasimplestroll fromherflattoarestaurant,justanotherordinarydayspent intheextraordinaryjoyofbeingwithher.Weorderedafewdrinks,lostinconversation, inlaughter,ineachother.Ididn’tevencarrymyphone IneverdidwhenIwaswithher.
Nothingelsemattered.
Somehow,morepeoplejoined.Friends,familiarfaces.Theafternoonstretchedintothe evening,andbeforeweknewit,ithadturnedintoacelebration.
Bymidnight,wewereinNagarkot.How?Istilldon’tknow.AllIrememberisthemist,the cold,andthewayshetookcareofmewhenIwasdeaddrunk.
Twonightsabovetheclouds,wrappedinfogandwarmth,inaplacethatfeltlikea dream.Anotherchapterinourlovestory.AnothermemoryI’llneverletgo.
Istilllookatthosepicturesandfindmyselffallinginlovealloveragain.
Boudha
Boudha
OURHOME
OurHome,OurForever
Shemovedin ourhome,ourlittleworld.Nolongerjustmine,butours.Now,every morning,Iwakeupnexttoher,thefirstsightofthedaybeingherpeaceful,beautiful face.Somedays,Istayinbedjustalittlelonger,watchinghersleep,memorizingthe curveofherlips,thesoftnessinherbreath.
Somemornings,Iwakeupearlyjusttomakeherbreakfast.Coffee,sunny-side-upeggs, kingoystermushrooms,guacamole,warmbread.AsmallwaytoshowherhowmuchI loveher.Butwhat’smorebeautifulthanbreakfastisus—howwemovethroughlife together,seamlessly,effortlessly.
Merushingtocollege,hermakingmebreakfast.Shewaitsformetoreturnfrom postings,alwaysthere,alwayshome.Eveningsspenthandinhand,takingwalks,roaming aroundBoudha,justexistingineachother’spresence.
Andthen,ourfirstTihar.Thehouselitup,diyosflickering,thescentofflowersand sweetsintheair.Wedecoratedtogether,laughedtogether,celebratedtogether.Our lovefeltsacred,likesomethingoutofanoldlovestory newyeteternal,simpleyet profound. Itfeltlikemarriagewithoutthevows,likeforeverwithoutneedingtosayitoutloud.
RenunaNabin & Forever& Always