Day 1

I'm not really counting, but this really is day 1. I look outside and its like tihar in Kathmandu. Lights everywhere, some are colorful, some bright, some dim, yellow, orange, red. Never ending stream of lights and along with it people. The color of lights in the sky (and in NYC sky is equivalent to the buildings that tower over everything) are only defied by the ranging skin colors on the streets. Brown, black, yellow, white, pink, green, did I say yellow? More yellow if you go to Chinatown, of course! hehe...There is a traffic of people, traffic of cars, traffic of lives, traffic of achievers, over achievers, under achievers, losers, dreamers and everything in between.

I was just thinking, you know how if you look up at the sky in Kathmandu you see stars? Well, NYC doesn't have stars, and I think I might know why (even though this might have already been discovered). The building with their shining and blinking lights, twinkling lights make up for all the stars. The stars from the heavens above are all within reach, or within a illusional reach at least. The stars are too far away in Kathmandu, up in the sky, impossible to get, and one can only stand (or lie down) and star. But NYC, stars everywhere! So close by, just a touch away, a stretch of hand and there it is, bright, blazing, all encompassing. Only, these are fake stars. Man made crap. You have one power shortage and they all shut off in a matter of seconds. Our Nepali stars, the ones in the sky above always shine, through load shedding, windy nights, or rainy days. They never give up on us. Of course, they're out of reach too, we can only ddream of them, but we know for a fact that in Nepal, in Kathmandu, these stars are never going to stop shining down on us.