When BBC comments about naagyoni in Discovery channel,we villagers with mud in Rural Nepal search Naagdevta in Satam area to relate with them.I remember our Pantimunte baa from Syangja Panchamul playing with snakes meditate about the horoscope of individual ,my disputes with my dhakal gang is never ending regarding the interference about my visions in the than areas.Whenever I pass by metro in New Delhi upto Kutubminar ,the forest area relates me myself Satam Chandithan , as they have same greenery , snake , fresh air ,the muddy smell of nibuwa in rapakot area,which makes me crazy of my mawali gaaau.Love the nibuwas,gobare flavored raayo ko saag,kodako rotee, darung ko milk tea ,sukuti from Sirubaree which aunt makes in Thaseekhel,kathmandu,which is regularly brought from syangja to my home.The discussion about bakhraaa and burho bakhraa ,bhakumle ko darho,dahre deurali are the yummy gossips at home with the people we share our evenings,the growing infactuation of green villaas in the then areas are also matter of common stories which we in a group we have been sharing day by day with dozens of facebook.
Having Kulchha Chhole in Kutubminar Metro Railway I spoke to Indian street food seller about values of Kagati and onions in the yummy food named cholle they said same thing our local spices from rural area makes the food more tastier.It is the flavors of local ingredients which makes the food more yummy even in street.In school life,we used to visit Surtan ko dado to bring wild Jamuna,kurdum and mauwa a lot having the journey for long hours in forests of Nawalparasee ,we girls used to swim in the rivers like buffaloes for long time in dark forest.I used to sleep alone in forests and my friends used to tease she is like that a sleeping girls who is found in forest alone.But it is the same story repeated to all.Although I was a matter of fun for friends but my friend circle still activates same moments in wider level.More than three years I spent in forests alone and they just sing a song of love there.
Although I spent lots of time with Urhiya ,Bengalese,Assamese,Biharees,Marwaree but Nepali culture was not missing part,during lunchtime we used to dance in different songs of various ethnics cultures ,my friend Lukas ,Runkru were resources of mini narratives of local urhiya songs ,the significant local rivers there ,they were in older ages around sixties but their experiences gave me the voices of love for nature ,specially the reference of Laukadiya crossing Dihang river,the picnic spot of having rice in larger bamboos ,dancing jumar naach became my perspectives to relate me my Nagdarha of Syangja,having the coal and fire at Harispur with different kakas we used to share the references of Dhakalthok and Syangja ,how Lunkhu Deurali Darho,Karkineta Dado,Falebas Darung,Aadhikhola were the parts of daily gossips in broader levels.
Parbate Bhena was the stories of love everyday life,everyday we used to reach Mamarali with some local people to worship Shiva ,the God,that was the part of local festiveness but the taste of human need to Naharkatiya was also a very important aspects ,your relations with the then culture with your own local areas to a different areas always fuses new flavors as onion creates a magical touch with tomato puree.
Like Biryani aur taamako jhol you mix up your life with the flavor of colors ,ingradients.gadgets,music and rivers to visualize and nominilize the aspects in your ways taking the reference of languages around you.But your child fails you when he merges everything in same line proving that there is Adhikhola and Rato Saree with pote everywhere in your life.You just love Adhikhola,you just love Adhi khola,you just love Adhikhola.
