This is a story of a magazine born in 1989, as it was told to me in my dream:)
“I was born hot off in a press, packed quickly by the mail folks in National Geographic and sent over to Kumar in India. This was in 1989. I can feel his excitement when he opened that mail and read each page. He kept me neatly tucked in his study shelf for a long time. Occasionally he would pick me up time and again, but put me back in the same place, same neat order. Soon I found myself in a lot of company. Seemed like he loved national geographic editions. They moved around quite a bit around the world, but they always made sure where ever I was, I was dry and bugs free and absolutely no wrinkles what so ever. I loved it! I wonder if my multitude of twins were similarly lucky.
One day I found Kumar searching hi and low to gather each edition he ever owned. I found myself making way to Bangalore. Apparently to कबिन मलेकू’s place. I was surprised with all the moves, but I knew Kumar would always take care of me. I discovered it was 2017 at Kabin’s place sitting next to his computer. He stayed up quite late counting each of us, and tapping away at his computer. Then I got packed again, I almost had an anxiety attack. Kumar wasn’t around and I was being sent again somewhere. It felt a bit sketchy being around humans I didn’t recognize. It was a smooth train ride, and then a very bumpy road. It was so tortuous, I almost threw up many times.
I didn’t know much of what was going on, but next time I saw the light, I heard very excited voices. Someone was looking at my dates and exclaiming, “Oh my god it is from 1989!!!” and I kept going – “Yup, I am prob as old as you are” but where the heck was I, I had no idea.
Then I changed few more hands, but I had gotten used to at this point, everyone was treating me with same love Kumar had shown me 28 years ago. I peeked out and saw there were bunch of young kids running towards us – well 140 of us to be very precise. I had never seen so many excited young humans in my life.
Now I call this incredible place called Nawa Asha Griha, my home. My pages get turned almost everyday, and I get to share my trove of knowledge and beautiful pictures with them. Apparently I have traveled over 2500 kilometers to be in Nepal.
Thank you Kumar for finding me a perfect home. Nicole Wick Thakuri for setting up this beautiful place full of young people ready to learn, @kabin, @Dhirendra and your friends in Bangalore for making that long trip safe for me and so many of my friends!”
——————————————————————
On a serious note – do you guys ever have dreams where books tell you their story?
About Author
