A Visit To Kakani

The place Kakani is not so unfamiliar among people of Kathmandu. People often go to that place but it was my first time last Saturday. I did not have any plans of going there but one of my friends asked me if I would go with them. With lots of free time on my hands, I agreed and thus went with them without any prior settings of whatsoever. This place is situated at a high altitude just about twenty five to thirty kilometers to the north from the busiest Kathmandu.

As soon as we maneuvered to Kakani from the main road which leads to Trishuli, I felt a sudden rush of chill, excitement and joy. The fresh fragrance of firewood simply drove me crazy, trees along the either sides of the road, the hills, few people seen walking on the streets, it was a magnificent ride. The treble humming of cicada throughout the jungle, unseen but hearable screaming of kids in the woods, everything was heavenly as I rode up the steep hill with Samindra at the back. I was so busy indulging myself in the nature that my conversation grew lesser and lesser as we reached Kakani.

We then finally arrived at a resort and from that resort we could see a temple at the top of a hill a little farther away from where we were staying. In an instant I felt the urge to go to that top but no one was ready to accompany me because they all had different idea of having fun. They soon ordered snacks and local wine, it was me and Samindra who ordered ourselves a cup of warm tea. No one would leave their chair so I quietly sneaked out of the group and headed towards that top. I had something in my mind. I was thinking of sending a text message to the most important person of my life from that top. Eventually, I reached the top and did my task.

On returning from that top, I simply wandered over to other small hills, I could also see some people playing football and at some point I thought I too would join the game but I did not and simply watched them play.

After going to the top of the hill where a temple was situated, I re-joined the group. Most of them were already drunk, they danced to hindi tunes, took photographs, poked one another, hugged each other, laughed but I was the one sitting isolated thinking of someone else. That’s what I normally do when people around me are having fun and I can’t help myself.

Soon it was time for us to leave, a beautiful Saturday came to an end and it was time for all of us again to face the daily unwanted and undeserved routine in the valley.