The Barbed-wire Fence (Chapter 1)

We were on the top of the hill, a small hill engulfed by beauty. Down the hill, there was a small valley with limited number of houses. A narrow busy river was slithering its way through it. People were occupied, as usual, on the farm beside the river.

Slowly the view was starting to become hazy. The heavy mist of cloud was trying to curl up the village, down the hill. I was scanning through the fog, increasing the length of my neck to get a clear view but every attempt failed.“Don’t even try it’s useless.” Ravin said examining my gestures.
“Is it like this every time?” I asked.
“No, not every time, only during special hours.” He said raising his eyebrows and looking down on the fog where once a beautiful view of a valley was.

“And what is so special about today?” I asked trying to sound interestingly inquisitive.

“You.” he said looking directly into my eyes with his see blue eyes.

We stared at each other for a long time. Ravin came closer to me. I stayed where I was, shivering as his breath pierced my skin making me skip a beat. He put his right hand on my waist. I imagined his left hand too. I put my hands on his shoulders. He came closer. I closed my eyes and welcomed him. My lips were waiting, waiting to be adorned, waiting for his lips to be compressed on mine.

But instead he took his head across my head and whispered on my ears, “The view is clear.”

I opened my eyes in surprise. This wasn’t expected. I looked at Ravin and then down the hill with the surprise on my face.

“Pain comes and goes so quickly in my place; you will not even know it existed.”

I beamed at him. He smiled back.

We walked down the hill, towards his home; leaving the beautiful and artistic view behind. Ravin was wearing a mask, afraid that anyone would recognize him. He didn’t want to create the scene as for everyone he was dead during the bomb blast.

After we crossed the marketplace, we finally reached the residential area.

The residential area was a quiet place after the walk from the market. Ravin pointed to a small mud house. The house was two storied. In front of the house was a small yard. There was a hen coop on the side.  A woman looking stunningly beautiful was standing on the door as if she was waiting for someone. Her white sari explained it all about her reason of loneliness. Two boys were playing on the yard; one looking not less than ten years and other looking not more than seventeen years.

I remember, Ravin had once mentioned about them. The elder one was Rajen and the younger one was Rojen. The woman on the door was most probably Ravin’s wife, Geetanjali.

As soon as the younger boys’ eye met Ravin; they came running towards us, shouting, “Buwa Buwa.”

I wondered what they meant.

“Daddy” Ravin whispered. I smiled at myself.

Seeing her sons running; Geetanjali looked at us. She was taken aback. She blinked her eyes, unable to believe the reality. She stood up and walked two-three steps steadily and then paused for a second. She opened her mouth trying to say something but nothing came out.

Instead she closed it with a gentle smile. A tiny tear drop rolled down her cheeks and touched her pink strong smile.

Geetanjali still had no reaction; she stood with that same expression.

“Geetanjali, I’m back.”

For some reasons, I felt a chronic hurt. I tried to avoid it but somehow it didn’t go away. I tried but still it hurt.

Ravin took me inside the house and introduced me to everyone. Although, I knew them but it was good to meet them personally.

Rojen; the younger one was shy at first but afterwards he became comforted. Rajen was frank from the beginning. He never failed to impress me with his cheerful talks. Every evening he used to come running after school to me to learn ‘your type of English’ he said. That meant the British accent. He was quite funny.

I too had developed a very good bond with Geetanjali. She insisted calling her Geeta as everyone close to her called her by this name. “You are my new sister.” She always told me. People over here are quite easy and fast to make relations. Geeta had kept a nickname for me ‘Ful’ which meant flower. She justified it by saying I blossomed like flower. But actually she was finding difficulties pronouncing my name and I knew that.

One evening Geeta was teaching me to make rice pudding; I heard Ravin’s voice from the next room.

“Geetanjali! I am hungry.”

“Okay, today Ful is making dinner. Patience pays off.” Geetanjali responded and laughed at the same time.
“Really? Can’t wait then.” Ravin exclaimed with enthusiasm.
Geeta was smiling at herself. She was elated to find Ravin back. She had unexpressed love expressed on her smile.

“You love Ravin very much.” I said sounding confused whether it was a question or compliment.

After hearing my words, Geeta’s smile faded. She looked at me; her lips were trembling. She took a long breadth.

“I hope but…” She looked on the floor and a roll of tear dropped from her eyes.

The silence was becoming longer and weirder now.

“But what Geeta?”

“Yes I love him very much.But love doesn’t happen from only one side.”

“Oh… I’m sorry. Why did Ravin marry you then?” I asked unable to understand what she was trying to say.

“That’s a long story. Marriages at our part of country, at our time were different than marriages you have seen. People married in a very early age and spent the whole life together. I married Ravin at the age of 10 when Ravin was just 15. At that age we didn’t know what marriage meant.

With the passing of time, our relationship worsened. Family said, “A child can fix it all”. So we gave birth to Rajen but still nothing progressed. And again the priest told it was because we lacked a daughter in the family. And the second time, we gave birth to Rojen. Genetically, we had no chances for daughter, doctors said. Realistically, we had no chances to improve our relations, we both agreed. And till now we regret marrying each other.

By the time she finished her part of story, my eyes had filled up. I put my hand on Geeta’s hand and said, “You’re brave.”

She forced a smile.

“I thank you for coming into Ravin’s life. He is a good man and he deserves love and I thank God for sending you in his life. You are made for each other.”

This awe stroked me. Neither I had told about my relationship with Ravin to Geeta nor had Ravin discussed. How did she know?

It seemed as if Geeta read the question from my face.

She said, “The very next day of your arrival, I was thanking God for saving his life. Ravin heard me and he said ‘God didn’t do anything. Everything was done by the angel sent by him, Fluera. Fluera saved my life. This was enough to make me believe that he was deeply in love with you.  And your love to Ravin can be easily noticed.  It sparkles on your eyes. I am happy for you, Ful. I have lost him once. Don’t make me lose him again. Love him.”

My hands were still on Geeta’s hands.

“I won’t.  I will pray to god to send love to your life soon.”
She puffed out some extra from her nose, showing her disagreement.

“Things are different for a man and a woman. Seriously Ful! You need to learn many things if you are planning to stay in Nepal.”

And we both laughed.

The next day, Ravin was going to the VDC to renew his documents. The thing was Geeta had already made his death certificate and Ravin was officially dead. I insisted going with him. I wanted to explore the village. But he disagreed.
Ravin was off to VDC. Geeta and I were working on the kitchen. Rajen and Rojen were at school.
It was around 5. The evenings in Nepal had a heavenly feeling in it, so differently beautiful. This was the best part of the day. But that particular day, I was feeling unusual. I was feeling like something bad was going to happen, like my life was turning upside down.
Then suddenly, someone knocked our front door vigorously. It seemed like someone was running out of life. Geeta went to open the door.
Outside there was a man, probably on his fifties. He was wearing a shirt and trousers bigger than his size and a worry on his face. He was sweating. He was carrying a polythene bag.
“What happened Dil Bahadur?” Geeta asked.
“The Maoist… the Maoist …” he stammered.
Hearing this, Geeta and I were both alerted. It was the most terrifying word at that time. They were the one to inaugurate the insurgency.
Dil Bahadur continued “the Maoist knew Ravin was a soldier… “
This time we needed no explanation.
But he continued “…And they shot Ravin and took his body.”

Everything she  dreamt was shattered into pieces. How will  be Fluera’s life  without Ravin?

Long journey, Fluera has to go!

Chapter 2, Next FriYay!!


Rizasa ❤



The Barbed-wire Fence (Prologue)


The cold mist of air twisting and twirling in the sky above to give perfection to my tangled life, which was partially known and fully stranger to me, even failed to console me on this hardship. The drizzling cold seemed to add some essence in the environment. But for me, it hadn’t succeeded to penetrate in my heart because my heart was full of your love, my heart was full of your memories and it contained not a single space for anything.

And from here my story begins.

“Fluera, I’m back.” I was flattered to hear Ravin’s voice.

I was personally confused. Was this what I wanted? Did I want Ravin to come back in my life?

“No. But yes!” If yes, then why did I send Ravin to live his old life? Why did I break up with him?

I am the reason why those beautiful eyes of his wife have been covered with pain and tears. I am the reason why those two children have given up hope for their daddy to turn up with chocolates in his hands. How can I fall to that extent? Am I that much selfish?

However people say ‘Everything is fair in love and war.’

War? Okay, that was fair. But, love?

“I love you Fluera. And I know you love me too. I’ve come just for you. Now, let’s go somewhere else no one else can see. Let’s start our new life together. Let’s get lost into one another forgetting about these tantrums and the war. Come, come Fluera. Let’s go.”

I shook my head. He tried to look into my eyes but I refused because his sea-blue eyes wouldn’t let me collect guts to deny.

There was a fence in between me and Ravin. A fence called ‘The Barbed Wire Fence’ which wasn’t letting me to fall in love with Ravin.

We had nothing in common. I was volunteering as a nurse in this war-zone Nepal during the Maoist insurgency and Ravin was fighting for his country. I had humanity; he was trained not to have it.  I was a well grown up European girl who lacked courage while he was simple yet brave Nepali soldier. And most importantly, I had a life where love was always missing and he had plenty of those. Will this conservative Nepali society accept me as Ravin’s second wife? Will my father accept my aberrant relationship with Ravin?

“Everything is fair in love and war.”

The same dialogue, again. It might be fair in love but what about humanity? What about those dreams that my father had dreamt for me? Was it fair to shatter your father’s dream without his permission?

My hands began to tremble. I realized that the letter sent by my father was in my hands. I could clearly see those bold, heart punching words, although my eyes were full of tears.

He had written the letter to deny my relationship with my love.

Unquestionably, how could he accept it? I had come here as a nurse without his consent and he had fixed my marriage with some rich merchant, which I had denied. And, my love wasn’t that much rich. He was a soldier. His life was full of difficulties. He was married with two children who still thought that their father died in the bomb blast.

But fortunately, he had survived and unfortunately the bomb blast left behind his left arm paralyzed.

How will any responsible father dedicate his daughter’s future to a guy like him?

“Being a successful nurse is what I always wanted. To help people in need. And Nepal needs me now. The wounded people need a skilled nurse. I want to go to Nepal. And I know my happiness is in that. Are you not going to support me to be happy?” I had asked to my father doubting my own words.

“Sometimes in the search of happiness, people lose the essence of it. You run after it, try to get hold of it. But you can’t, because the mere fact is that you are not chasing happiness, happiness is chasing you. What you need to do is turn back and realize it before it’s too late. You never know when it will grab another’s finger. People often confuse with what they want and what they need, with their objectives and interest.” Her father had consoled her in a way which she did not understand then. But now, his words were becoming clearer.

Then a cold shudder passed through my veins, still not being able to penetrate inside my heart. It stroked a chill on my mind which did not let anything to play on it. Neither my father’s letter nor about Ravin’s wife and sons.

Words like humanity, society, support and pain seemed to disappear from my prospect. The vibes of cold were trying to reach my lips. My lips vibrated. I didn’t know what was going inside my body. My tongue moved. My lips trembled.hand

“Yes. I’m ready to come with you.”

At that particular moment, everything stopped. Birds stopped chirping, the sun stuck between the hills. The wind forgot to blow. That river failed to roar.

Although the Insurgency had left villages charred, family displaced and people destiny less; I couldn’t see those side effects. I could only see that the position of stars in this particular war struggled and fought to bring Ravin to me, to make me fall in love with him.

I believe everything happens for a reason. It might not be a coincidence that only Ravin survived the bomb blast with only his left arm badly injured and he came to our camp to first aid. Neither might it be another coincidence that our camp chief appointed me as Ravin’s nurse.

So, it was all planned up. It was all planned up by the stars. It was all planned up by his hands.

And suddenly after a moment, everything was normal. The birds, the sun, the wind, the river were all back in position.

I looked into his eyes that same sea-blue eyes of which I was afraid a moment ago. There was something unusual on his eyes; a great uniqueness into it. I had not seen anyone having those kind of eyes, here in Nepal.  It seemed as if someone boarded those eyes from Europe and put it into his eyelids.

It was a beautiful and artistic mixture of almond and aryan eyes. Maybe his eyes symbolized that we were meant to be together, meant to be beautifully engulfed into one another like his eyes.

“I will take you to my home.” Ravin said with his sea-blue eyes glittering.

“I’m ready to come with you; wherever you lead me, even in the path of death. Ever ready to climb the barbed wire fence, if you cheer me.”

“But I have already demolished the barbed wire fence between us with my immense love.”

He looked at me; I looked into his sea-blue eyes. Truly I couldn’t see any barriers now between us. I could only see love on his eyes and on the air between us. He approached towards me and kissed my forehead .His cold lips touched my warm body.  A kiss of love, a kiss of winter love which surely and finally penetrated my heart.


Wait! Wait! The story isn’t over yet. It was just a prologue.

Long journey, Fluera has to go.

What happens next??

Chapter 1, next FriYay. 🙂


Rizasa ❤