The Man with Mystery.

Visiting the Basantapur

While he was about to leave the bus he was surprised to know that the bus fare was almost the same amount as the taxi fare, but he have to pay it anyway and he did. He had pictured the Kathmandu Durbar Square as the place where the former king had lived and he had an image of the huge palace in his head. He had little idea that Nepal had a monarchy before 2008 and was expecting all the fancy things in his head.

He then walked towards the road of new road and was amazed to see the number of people out there on the road walking all carefree. He moved ahead and was amazed to see what was in front of him. He then moved a little ahead in that crowd was mesmerized with all the cultural beauty possessed by this small area in the crowded capital. This place was nothing like he imagined and it was full of surprise. He was glad that he didn’t saw the pictures and was enjoying the cultural heritage bestowed upon the Nepalese people by their ancestors. He wanted all of them in his country all of sudden. He knew he was being greedy but he wanted to see all of that every day. Reach out to those monuments and call out their names. Alas, he forgot to ask the names of those monuments but he muttered to himself “What if I don’t know the names I will give them my own name”. He started to name each building each temple-like structure he saw and smiled blissfully on his own. He was now a priest of his own. He was now making a world of his own. His own name, his own destination, and his own thoughts. He was jabbered into his own thoughts for a while until a passerby gave a dash to him and he woke up from his beautiful reality. He was there for a second and the next moment he was in his own world now that he has returned he is himself now. A self-conscious mind with his own voluntary muscles of his physic. He then sat on a bench and was wondering how many pillars are there in the ceremony hall of that huge palace in front of him. He moved ahead to his right, saw a ticket counter. He didn’t care about it but at a second thought “I might find something useful” he muttered to himself and went ahead to the counter to find the single person in there. He ticketed his ticket and began to saw those papers that were returned to him from the counter.

While going through the papers and some broachers he found that there was Museum in that place. He wondered how they managed to do that. It was his first time in this kind of place. He had been to the places listed in World Heritage sites but it was something different this time. He felt as if this place was giving him the warmth he never had in his home country. The warmth of the people around him, something different from the feeling of just being watched, but the feeling of being loved. He felt as if it was his own home, he felt familarness a home-like feeling, it was something he was never been able to experience. He moved ahead, capturing each moment in his memories. While he was about to go on ahead he found something interesting in those broachers, his eyes saw something unbelievable. He read it again just to make sure if it was correct and yes it was correct it was the exact thing as before “kumari, a living goddess” He couldn’t believe that such a thing as a living god can exist on this earth anymore. To be sure and to see for himself he went to a place shown in broachers. He found himself in front of the door of the building colored in brownish red with an outstanding handicraft in woods attached to that building. He was amazed to see how well it was built. There were two lions guarding the door they were made by carving the stone but they seem like someone has put life in it and they are ready to attack anyone they find suspicious. He peeked inside from the door and saw few people in there waiting for the Kumari, as he was waiting in the door he didn’t realize that he was blocking the door. It was just after some other tourists said “excuse me, May I” that he came to his senses. After that, some elderly old man said “it is the sign of disrespect and bad omen in Nepal to stand in the door”. He thought to himself for a while about what that man said and vowed to himself that he won’t do that again unless is in his unconscious mind as a few days back in his hotel room. He went in, it was a low ceiling almost half of his height, and anyone who doesn’t bow their head would immediately head-butt their head. He thought to himself that it might be made so from long ago so that people always remember to bow down their head when they see or were about to see the god. While he was going in he found a place where people could sit but no one was sitting there. Further deeper inside he found that there was an open space where he could raise his head and stand straight. There were pillars that spoke the true language of the traditional wood crafting, even if they were not the ones supporting the house they have given the house that beauty which no ordinary pillars could. There were not so many people and a crowd there as he found out that Kumari had just appeared and have now gone inside in her own room.