"License please"..The policeman xrayed Akansha with his bigfat torchlite....... Splash , sploosh..it's 3 am in the morning...the Chakrapath Police always annoyed the traffic..why the hell did she have to use that route..

She had hurriedly put on her mom's dark lipstick and her oversized glasses ..in order to hide her identity..She had outsmarted many policemen before with her mom's license, but this time..this time she hardly breathe, the Kurta's shawl almost knotted around her neck..and she was wet with her own sweat..

"Mrs Karki, its too dangerous to go around the highway, where are you going at this time of the night?" Policeman Bhairabh was annoying.." Oh..my niece is sick in Budhanilkantha I have to reach there in Five.."

Alrite Mrs. Karki..otherwise this is curfew time and we're going to arrest you if it happens next time...

So Akansha turned left..thank god she knew where she was...it was 5 when she reached home turning and twisting and reaching back to Man bhavan..

She slided her car in the garage..even the dog lay asleep...when she got up as her school alarm went off at 8.30 she found herself wet...wet with some of her sweat,
wet with mud and wet with ..........blood!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

hushp,
bali is really exotic. (o:..

The search was failure cause there was rebel movement from indigenous Nepalese. They do not want any foreign inflitration be it Indian, Chinese, or US. It was getting strong that Akansha had to abandon the search. Cause in the backgound the song played

Redemption of the Brown man

and talking about revolution song

hahaha..will carry on the story after some non fiction..hahhahaha tonite

Hahahahahahaha.
Sorry could not resist.

One question looms and then snarls my normally normal head is; why does it feel that either me or you are some where in the "'Kaya' zone" when I read your postings.

Trust me it's been ages since I last even 'thought' about it, but these sortta stories reminds me of how it felt 'pahila pahila' when we used to take extra credits in hasology besides many other majors.

O0oo0o La la....hahahahha.

Hasayoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo . hahahahaha.
I wish I could disect something and see how OH! how...one comes up with it. LOL.
Tremendously enjoyed it. LMAO. Hehehhe. Sachai ho. Hahahahaha.
Creativity has no boudries. ;)

In jest,
IndisGuise:)

A perfect pair of rounds circumfering another pair of dotted goose brown circles which circled around a pair of fully ripped raisins, the glorious sun in the mid summer in Kabul had made her breasts look like weapon of mass destruction in Afghan.. It had been 5 months since she arrived, and Akansha was in her peak of her pregnancy..

Bush land had indeed destructed Afgan..most destructed in Afghan were the US soldiers who previously fought for Afghan against the Russians and now fought against Afghan as soon as Bush smelled of oil rigs underneath the dry dessert..For al the Bushes money made the world go round...and he had no idea how many Americans had killed fellow americans in the name of war..


Serge Shahank knew that Akansha had arrived in Kabul, but he cared less, since he knew she was there on her private mission and the Govt. of the world, as US proclaimed was not ready to give her long maternity leave unless she made a proper database of pro US americans vs., anti US americans in Afgan..For every other non America, most US Corp. ensured to squeeze every drop of lemon that they cud in the name of glorious expatriates pay..money money ....Shaziv had long forgotten that his wife was pregnant without him even kissing her, Akansha was disgusted what a stellar husband she got..all he cared was the monthly pay she was sending to reconstruct his 17th century 'Haveli" in Nepalgunj...some guys

As Akansha was passing through the market in the midday heat, the sun scorched her brains and she fainted over the orange monger's basket..Two hours later, it was serge Shahank holding her hand while she pushed her Akhtar baby out the womb..after all she was Shashank's responsibility while she was in Afghan....

News had reached of a birth of a baby boy all over Afghan...After the 2006 Christian and Hindu massacre allover the world, the Muslims specially in middle east were cursed not to bear any sons..the number of girl child quadrupled than that of boys..afterall girls never ignited any wars..at least in the Muslim world..

There was a huge street ceremony in Mariam, Kabul, where Akansha gave birth...fireworks and belle dancings in the knight...at exactly 2 a.m. a gush of wind blew in from the east, a knight in a black Kaftan riding a tall camel screeched into the small make-shift clinic in Mariam, picked her and her baby and gushed out in few seconds...while 5 of his female cadres stayed back fighting off Serge Shahank in his midnight sleep....

A letter reached Kathmandu, Mrs. Sonika Karki opened it...and it read as 'Missing In Action' and 'Congratulations for a healthy grandchild" in the same line.....the tear in her eye stuck in her heart..why cudn't Akansha be normal like her younger daughter Astu??
Dad came out hurriedly, half the way through puja on hearing Akansha, his 'son's" name. He Asked the blushing soldier, "Where is Akansha?""

aah ke bharlo bajjoon mein tumko hein kasam jaan meri tumko jaan meri kassam

kya mohobatt hein, kya najarey, kya tammana hay, kya ishara,,,,,,

dekho dekho ab karona, mujhpe ye situm, jaan meri jarahihey sanam..

LOL and that was the music break...

She wasn't frenzied when he grabbed and took her to his place..Akhtar was no prince of Afghan as we all aniticipated. He was the sixth son of a deluded muslim father, who had managed escape from the realities of Afghan and earned his scholarship and degree from Yale..which made him more charishmatic than others...He was a rebel like her in his own rights...had not married any muslim women for he never wanted anyone to be tortured in his familial envrionment...but being the youngest of the brothers, he was mad spoiled into gambling, game and women..

He took Akansha into his arms again but then fatly told her he couldn't afford to give her and the child any better life than her hubby in Nepal would..No matter how free and educated you are, you can never be free of the socio cultural ties withyour family ...past has nothing to do with future and then the conversations mellowed..


Akansha was angry ..mad as hell. She was ready to sacrifice everything for this goon and this goon says he's not good enough for her....He babysat the child,,for three days and dropped her at Shashank's camp afterwards..She was dazed as hell..all her effort, her dreams to live with her king had gone down the drain..She was confused ashtray and suicidal....and then Shashank, her anti colleuge at work stood by her..
He fell n love with Akansha..and he knew Afghan was a terrible mistake for her and the baby and him..the one in love with her...

As zombie as the mummy from Egypt, Akansha worked hard for several more months in afghan..Just like her inner peace..Afghan can never get out of the chaos..it a war against everything..a failure for the pro Americans..she's gotto leave..

Shashank....finished off the work there in Afghan and transfered himself and Akansha, li'l Buddha and himself to United Kingdom...Back home in Nepal..Shaziv was getting paranoid missing her and the baby which he never planted..oUt there in the dessert, the traditional muslim Akhtar wished he could change his religion dissolve himself in the whisky eyes of Akansha..and with alll the love bussing about, Akansha felt like the most deserted person in the Universe...

As she landed in the London airport, Mr. karki, Akansha's dad called her, " Honey, sweetheart, wherever you are you are better off than here in nepal"

The words stang like hell...where's her home? Sweet hearth and home??? Akansha poured buckets of tears...and so did Shashank standing behind her, Shaziv in Nepal and Akthar in middle east heat......................................................

what the hell is this thing called love, why is it so hard to reach even if its right there..why do we love things that are forbidden..Akansha nd I ask the sajha board together....anybody to help find the right medicine??

hushp,

because u love challenge.. like putting a bell in cat's neck.
that's what keeps u going... and that's gives u chill in ur bones and desire to move on

what's the point of life if there is no ambition, desire and challenge, right???

[just my thought]
--
"but what do i know??"

Hey hush,
I am confused now..Is Akansha and you the same or...you are spokesperson of Akansha..:p....anyways...From my side..
LOVE is just a VOID...Vacuum like void...and people get lost there thinking that is world...Love doesn't exists anymore..LUSTs do!!!!