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Well, in the previous blog(read it once if you haven't), I talked about the desire paradox, and at the end, things revolved around fate and astrology. Without even realizing it, I became the victim of fatalism. The moment it hit me, it shook me from within. I, who believe that I am investing a significant amount of time being practical and reasonable, simply let everything be around fate? Really? But I am here to bust the myth I created in my head. This blog is my personal space. This is where I write down how I feel at the moment, and it's raw. Well paraphrased, if any grammatical errors, but you understand the gist. So the one who actually reads the blog is with me. With me in my consciousness, with me evolving, with me witnessing how I evolve, and to some extent creating karma for themselves with the energy. Now shifting things a little bit to come to a point, cause that's what a storyteller does. My dad used to say to read books. He got all sorts of books from finance t...

Tea, Times Square, and Totally Savage One-Liners

Hey readers, guess what I’ve been up to?  


Life’s been a whirlwind lately! The highlight: I finally made it to Times Square, so now everyone can stop questioning if I'm really in NYC. Let’s dive into the chaos!


So, we decided to head out on a Friday after 5 pm. I threw on some cargo pants, a cute top, did a quick touch-up, and boom—I was ready. My sister and I hopped on the subway en route to Chinatown. Now, here's a fun bit—my younger sister, who’s been in the US for like 17 years and has never set foot in Nepal, asked me, “Do buses in Nepal arrive on time?” I literally burst out laughing. "On time?" I said, "Girl, the buses run on ‘whenever-they-feel-like-it’ time!” I once waited two hours for a bus in Jamal, only for three empty ones to show up at once. Ah, the sweet, sweaty memories!


Anyway, fast forward to 4 pm, and I’m doing the classic outfit shuffle—trying on a few things until I settled on what you can see in the photo I posted. Nothing crazy, but hey, it worked!


So, we hit Chinatown. The vibe? All Chinese everything on one street and then, boom, Italian everything on the next. It’s like a cultural stew, and I’m here for it. My sister dragged me to this place called Tiger Sugar, which apparently serves the best bubble tea. Now, let me tell you, I get lost in those menus—too many choices! I ended up with some caramel milk drink (don’t ask me the name) that was super different but so good.



We met up with my older sister there, and she was like, “Let me take your pic with the drink for your blog!” It’s hilarious how seriously they take me now. Back in the day, anything I did was shrugged off as “kid stuff,” but now there are people who take me seriously. Dayum!


Anyway, the picture snapped, and we were off to decide where to eat. The options? Chinese, Italian, or Thai. As someone who’s mainly stuck to Nepali and Indian food, I was no help. We settled on Chinese, their favorite, and had to wait 30 minutes for a table. Yes, waiting is a thing here—especially on Fridays and weekends. Basically, it’s a game of musical chairs, but with food involved.



Once we got in, the restaurant had these red lamps that were super cozy. They handed me chopsticks, and let's just say I was struggling. The manager noticed and whipped up some DIY chopsticks for me. A+ for effort!




We ordered tofu noodles (and some non-veg dishes I didn’t know about). Now, here’s the thing: Chinese food is amazing if you’re not a vegetarian. For us vegetarians, though, you can always smell the meat. The food was good, but definitely an acquired taste.


After dinner, we hit up Times Square. And let me tell you, the crowd was next-level. There was so much going on—TikTokers, a random concert, noisy bikers, three Spider-Men, a Pikachu, and who knows what else. It was fun for like a minute, but then the headache set in. Times Square is cool and all, but I’m a one-and-done kind of girl when it comes to that place. Maybe I’ll go back at 4 am when it’s less crazy.



ya look at those spidermen far from home

There was this group of bikers revving their engines so loud it was like a street symphony of irritation. My sister casually goes, "The louder the engine, the smaller the... well, you know!" I burst out laughing and said, "Girl, I’m totally putting that in my blog." She was all like, "You better, they need to know what’s up!"


Oh, and those “rikshas” there? The drivers act like they’re driving a Mercedes or something. They deck them out with fairy lights, plants, and blasting music. And don’t even ask about the fare—it’s over $100 for 10 minutes! Insane, right? We popped into Miniso afterward to check out some cute stuff, and then we headed home. On the way back, I saw the darker side of NYC—people just lying on the ground, a guy in handcuffs, the whole nine yards.


Oh, and I saw a guy in Times Square holding a sign that said, “Need money for weed, won’t lie.” Honestly, respect for the honesty!

This experience was new and exciting. I’ve learned more about the city, and I think this is just the beginning of what NYC has in store for me. Can’t wait to explore even more!

These are some random photos I clicked!





 kinda reminded me of school when we used to watch this and get amused (it was like when we were in grade 1 or 2 so chill ha)








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