Dearest gentle readers, I'm not Lady Whistledown, but guess what? You're getting all my juicy gossip! So, let’s dive into August 11th.
(i am just trying to change the way I post photos here, suggest me what can be done)
This Sunday was all about living in Nepal—or so it felt. I hit up Bouddha for some laphing and then swung by "majaraj sweets" for cham cham and kulfi. Nepal in NYC? Confused? Let me walk you through it.
So, there’s this street here in NYC called Jackson Heights. It's like a melting pot of people from all over the world, and you can find every kind of South Asian food imaginable, from panipuri to laphing. We ended up at Lhasa Snack Cafe.
Fun fact: Laphing was originally called Liangfen, a Tibetan dish. but there in the shop, jhol laphing is called laphing and a dry one is basically sushi—yes, I had the same "Wait, what?" reaction.
We also tried syafale. Being a vegetarian, I went for the potato momo and potato syafale, and let me tell you, they were good! The flavors might be different, but they still hit the spot. It's not like you'll be thinking, "Oh no, this is terrible"—nope, it's definitely tasty.
After that, we wandered around the streets, and it gave me total New Road vibes. There were Indian stores, panipuri stalls, bhelpuri—basically every Indian street food you can think of. I’m so sad I forgot to take pictures! There were two street food stalls side by side—one with a banner saying, “We are original,” and the other with, “We are real.” It was hilarious!
Being there felt so homely—total brown people vibes. The streets and supermarkets were screaming "NEPAL" at me. The sweet shop "Maharaj" had the exact vibe of the ones back home. It was like a mini-Nepal right here in NYC.
And for making me feel this way, I’m so grateful to my sisters here. They’ve lived in the US for a while, and we got introduced when I got my visa, but they've made me feel at home so quickly. From taking care of me to showing me around and asking about my likes and dislikes, it’s been overwhelming in the best way, and for that, I’ll forever be grateful for the bond we’ve created. Touchwood. Abt this picture they were like "Click picture of this, you will need it in your blog" like stawppp lmaoo. ily guys:kisses:
Oh my god, I have to tell you about another highlight! We went to a Nepali household for dinner. When I said it felt like being in Nepal, I wasn’t kidding. The aunty there was hilarious—I laughed until my stomach hurt. She had married an American guy and had been living here for about 10 years. They’re such a cute and funny couple. She shared their story, and they have a Chihuahua—if you don’t know, these dogs are tiny but super aggressive. It’s like the smaller the breed, the more attitude they have! And honestly, it’s not just dogs—short people can be just as feisty, like they're trying to prove a point. (And no, I’m definitely not talking about myself... Definitely not.)
(he was cute but really aggressiveðŸ˜)
One thing she said really stuck with me: marrying a white guy, he never questions where she’s been or what she’s doing. He totally gets the whole personal space thing, respects her, and has zero issues with a confident and independent woman.
Another thing I love about being here is the freedom. Imagine a 30-year-old woman in Nepal—most people picture a married woman with two kids. But here? Life just begins at 30! How awesome is that? You’ve got so many years to just be yourself, explore your dreams, and figure out what you really want. That’s exactly why I’m here.
There’s so much I want to learn about myself, and I don’t want to be surrounded by thoughts of settling down and starting a family by 25. If I don’t truly know who I am and what I want, what’s the point of committing to someone for life?
That’s all for today, folks. I’ll be back soon!
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