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sobeautifullyobsessed · 2 years ago

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Of Magic, Miracles, and Moonlight

a Stephen Strange x OFC Romance

genre: pre-Infinity War, slow burn romance, older man/younger woman, teacher/student to friends to lovers characters: Stephen Strange, Wong, Teyla of Hadeeth (OFC), Moraine of Hadeeth (OC), additional OCs as Kamar-Taj staff rating: general audience to begin with, later chapters contain 18+ material

Ch.One | Ch.Two

Chapter Three

Normally, Masters conducted training in a variety of disciplines, in the main courtyard, or in the smaller open air spaces of the Kamar-Taj complex, regardless of the weather--for sorcerers-in-training required preparation enough to utilize their skills in unpredictable or adverse conditions. Even during monsoon season, this policy was seldom suspended, with the occasional rare exception; and by long-standing tradition, outdoor sessions were canceled only at the discretion of The Ancient One. Since her loss, such a situation had not yet arisen—so it was inevitable that such should fall in a week where Stephen was in residence there, far from his place as Master of the New York Sanctum.

From June through early September, Kathmandu saw rain daily, with intermittent evening thunderstorms. Steven Strange felt every day of that rain as a heightened ache in nearly every joint of his hands. He hadn’t needed to check Doppler radar online to know that a doozey of a storm was headed their way; he’d felt the drop in barometric pressure several hours in advance, and the damp in the air announced itself spectacularly in a persistent, bone-deep throb that did it’s best to distract him from every task he set himself to. Adding insult to injury, his tremors had intensified to the point of equaling those of the beginning months of his recovery. Meditation helped to some extent, but the discomfort remained a constant, like white noise in the background as he moved throughout his day. He kept to himself most of the day, focusing in the later hours on preparing himself to meet with Teyla for their first “lesson”, scheduled after the evening meal.

The winds lashed the rain against his back, while he crossed a courtyard lit by the flash of lightning, the peal of thunder distant enough to inform him that the worst of the storm had finally passed overhead.

She was waiting for him in the library, as they’d arranged, engrossed in a text he recognized from his own early studies, and scribbling notes in a hand that would rival the worst of any doctors’ that he’d known.

Stephen cleared his throat to announce his arrival, but Teyla’s eyes remained cast upon the book in front of her. “Come here often?” he quipped, vying for her attention, swiftly realizing she probably wouldn’t get the humor of that old, banal pick-up line. He set his rucksack on the table, then took the seat opposite her.

She looked up with a start, then smiled sheepishly, “I’m sorry, Doctor Strange—I got a little lost doing the translation here.” She slid the book across the table to him. “It’s the third passage down. I can’t tell if it’s require or recommend.”

He read the passage through, recalling the difficulties for Novices, of translating Sanskrit on sight—made doubly hard, he reckoned, as she might need to translate it first to English, and then into Hadeethan. “It’s ‘pay no heed to’,” he told her, pointing to several words proceeding it, “You need to look at it in context to get the true meaning.” He slid the book back to her.

“Oh—of course! Now it makes sense.” She crossed the incorrect word off her notes, than laid her pencil down, “Thank you, Doctor. I have been stuck a while, trying to work it out.”

Strange reached into his rucksack and pulled his tablet out. “I’ve found this indispensable for translating ancient languages—saves a helluva lot of time.” He handed it to Teyla, who looked immediately perplexed by the device. “I don’t suppose you’ve got one of these,” he asked. She shook her head solemnly. “Okayyyyy—well how about I leave this with you for the evening? It’ll make the hours ahead much more productive for you.”

“That is very kind of you, Doctor Strange, although…well…I have no idea how this thing…”

“This tablet,” he told her.

“Oh. This…tablet. I have no skill with such a tool.” She offered it back to him.

“Well, this one isn’t difficult at all. Let me run through its functions for you, and I’ll bet you’ll be breezing through it in no time.”

Stephen went over the basics, and then showed her how to access various websites pertinent to her studies, including a translation site that he had relied on to get him through his early training. Once she got over her initial distrust of the technology as a sufficient aid for study, Teyla adapted readily, and proved to have a defter hand with it than he had anticipated

Next, he removed several books from his pack and set two of them in front of her. “Now, these texts provide an introduction to clairvoyance and divination. I want you to take some time over the next couple of days, read them through.” Teyla picked one up, and then the other, running her fingers across the titles embossed on the covers. “I’ve bookmarked some sections that I think have a direct bearing on what we’re trying to accomplish here,” he told her, “And if you feel ready, I encourage you to try what exercises you find worth your efforts.”

“I will do my best,” she nodded, “Master Salma said I will be mapping unchartered territory.” She looked down, quietly admitting, “I find it all…very…intimidating.”

“No one will be judging you, Teyla.” She met his eyes at that, searching for assurances. “I promise,” he added, “And if we’re lucky, Kamar-Taj will learn as much from you, and you from us.”

Relief dawned first in her eyes, and then spread softly across her face, “I must admit my mentors on Hadeeth were frustrated when they could not provide teaching enough for me to harness and refine my raw ability for divination. I pray that your efforts to guide me will not be a waste of your valuable time.”

“No effort to teach is wasted when the student is sincere in their desire to learn,” he assured her, his voice low and persuasive, “And that is something I’ve learned as both a student and a teacher myself—and not just of the mystics arts. My medical training was more than a decade long process.”

Strange pulled a plain, leather bound book and pen from the side pocket of his rucksack, “One of the simplest things you can do is keep a record of your dreams. The texts advise you do so nightly—or at least as often as you are able to recall your dreams upon awakening.” He slid the items across the table to her. “Whatever details you can remember without concentrating too hard—otherwise your waking mind will try to add definition to things that don’t make sense…”

Teyla nodded, growing excited, “Why yes—immediately record the images and the events of my dreams. How have I not thought of this myself! To keep a…a dream…”

“…journal,” they finished together. She grinned at him, “Your wisdom has already surpassed that of my Hadeethan teachers.”

He chuckled, “As much as I’d like to, I can’t take credit for the idea, Teyla; it’s a basic beginning in most of these texts. Keep in mind, your best results will come from writing down your first thoughts, no matter how confusing or jumbled they may be. Don’t give your mind a chance to filter or rearrange them in a search for meaning.”

“Yes, yes,” she murmured, “I understand…”

“And your feelings, Teyla. How you felt throughout the dream—and how you feel upon awakening. Even if you wake mid-dream, or in the middle of the night,” he stressed, “Write it down. This should help us see patterns in your dreaming, and eventually enable you to distinguish normal dreams from the prophetic ones.”

And there it was: that light in her eyes and upon her face that reminded him of the simple joy of having an avenue of learning open up before him. As exacting as his medical studies had been, there had always been the deep satisfaction of just knowing he was on the path to knowledge meant for him. And again as he began his studies at Kamar-Taj. As a physician, Stephen had seen that light from time to time, in his best student interns—and had forgotten it could be equally satisfying to the teacher who invoked it in their charges. From a task he’d initially dreaded, he was suddenly glad the situation had forced him to become Teyla’s mentor.

Pleased that he had actually given Teyla something concrete in the way of guidance, Stephen asked how she was faring in her other training. Though she maintained that she would have no need for the physical defensive skills when she returned to Hadeeth, she admitted she was impressed watching the Masters of those disciplines at work—and that she felt every moment of her own workouts in the aching muscles that followed in the aftermath.

“Oh yes, they can hurt like hell the first week or so,” he laughed, “But I guarantee you’ll feel fitter than you have in your whole life by the end of the second.”

Eventually, their conversation made its way back to the subject of her studies with Stephen. “The texts I’ve read so far--I have to admit that they’ve left me curious, Teyla. Would you mind telling me what it’s like?”

“The…the dreams?” She seemed surprised he had asked so plainly.

“Yes. How do they work, exactly?”

Her face scrunched and her eyes took on a faraway look as she considered how to answer. “The dreams have always been with me, as…as far back as my memory goes. As a child, I had no idea they were any different from the dreams of others—and so I found no need to speak of them aloud.”

Quietly, Stephen prompted her, “So when did you realize that they were different?”

Teyla’s voice and manner grew solemn as her recollection came to life. “I was…hmmm…seven years of age. Seven Earth years. And I had dreamed a dream for three nights straight—of my closest friend, Meandra. It was a simple dream, and I had no inclination to question it.” She closed her eyes, enrapt in the pictures her mind created. “Meandra slept beneath a midnight, moonlit sky. Fast asleep; she lay upon a bed of moss beside a small creek.” Her mouth drew into a small, fleeting smile. “My child’s mind believed the dream arose from anticipation of a nature walk our teacher had promised to us. I would never have guessed it was a dream of warning.”

“Teyla,” he murmured, “Whatever happened, I’m sure you shouldn’t have blamed yourself.”

She sighed and looked back to him. “Child that I was, it could not be helped. When Meandra wandered away from the group, nobody noticed until we prepared to leave the forest. The adults searched well into the night, but found no sign of her. We all feared that she was lost to us.”

Stephen remained silent, considering the weight of guilt she may have borne, and at so tender an age. Seeing his concern, Teyla shook her head, “No, good Doctor, it was not a fatal loss—though if I had been less afraid, I might have ended everyone’s woes all the sooner.” She shrugged, and cast her eyes away shamefully, “Through a bitter night, I struggled with my fear that a simple word of warning might have spared Meandra losing her way. And even worse, I fretted that through my dreams, I had worked some sort of dark magic as I slept, which might have cost my friend her life.”

Compelled by sympathy, Stephen took her hand—gingerly, for the continuing discomfort in his own. “You were just a girl; surely no one could expect more of you,” he reminded her, “I hope someone was wise enough to tell you so.”

“Indeed,” she nodded, “With the dawn, I sought my mother out, and revealed my dreadful secret. She bid me wait but a little, so that she could give the searchers a description of where Meandra might be found—and when she returned to me, she gave me only love and comfort.” Teyla’s pretty eyes were soft with that memory. “Meandra was not too worse for wear, and was swiftly reunited with her family. And after I had rested a while—still afraid to sleep, lest I might dream dreadfully—Mother explained the nature of my gift. She called it a blessing, and told me it promised a noble destiny if I could learn to use it for the good of my people.”

Resisting the urge to tell Teyla that laying such a charge on a seven year old was extremely poor parenting, Stephen ventured a guess, “I suppose she feels you’ve come of age to fulfill that destiny?”

“Even so,” she admitted, “But know, good Doctor, that this is my hope as well.”

“Of course,” he told her, “I would expect no less.” Strange withdrew his hand from hers, beginning to gather up the few materials which he now judged too elementary for Teyla to find of use. He winced as he lifted one of the heavier volumes, cursing under his breath as he lost his grip and it landed on the table; the thud echoed through the quiet of the library.

Teyla met his eyes for only seconds, but he read her clear understanding in that brief moment, before she looked to his hands. There was no hiding the tremor in them, but he tried to make light of the moment; sighing with feigned exasperation, “I need to remember this sort of heavy reading requires both hands to be effective.” His self-deprecation fell short of lightening the moment.

“It is the rain, is it not,” she asked cautiously, although Stephen was sure she knew the answer already. Teyla’s eyes lingered once again upon his hands, as though committing the network of scars to memory.

“Yes,” he shrugged, downplaying the degree of his discomfort, “Nature’s little way of keeping me humble.”

“Yet the magic you have worked with them is already legend among the students here.” She smiled at his surprise, “Did you not know?”

Stephen clucked his tongue, “Yeah…well…legends are usually half exaggeration anyway. At least here on Earth. You should take those stories with a grain of salt, Teyla.”

“As you wish, Doctor Strange—but their unstinting admiration of your deeds is genuine.” Demurely, she cast her eyes away and added, “A true hero I have heard you called; one who single-handedly battled one of the darkest forces in the multi-verse.”

Stephen waved her praise off (the simple movement enough to set the joints in that hand throbbing again), “Honestly, Teyla—I only did what any Master here would do if faced with such a catastrophic threat.”

The tilt of her head and her sympathetic little smile spoke her response well enough, leaving Strange feeling a bit self-conscious. Standing up to leave, he would have changed the subject, but that she asked after his hands again. Irritated at her dogged attention to his private pain, he tried his best to answer impassively, “I appreciate your concern, Teyla of Hadeeth, but this is a topic I’d rather not discuss.”

“Forgive me please, Doctor Strange. I would not, for all the world, bring you further pain in this regard.” Teyla bit her lip, looking uncertain for several moments. “Please, do not be angry—but as we have discussed my dreams—and as I am under your tutelage in this regard--there is something I must share with you.”

Between the fresh flare of pain in both his hands—and Teyla’s seeming obsession with his wounds—Stephen’s patience was nearly frayed; he inhaled sharply, “What must you share, that cannot wait for another day?”

The young woman from another world blinked several times, her eyes misted over with unshed tears. “It is only that…that…”

“Yes,” he asked through gritted teeth.

“I have dreamt of your hands, Doctor. And not only since I arrived at Kamar-Taj.” Visibly trembling, Teyla rose from her seat, to face him squarely across the cold distance between them, “I have dreamt your hands many times over, from the day I came to Earth to live with my father…and in the ten Earth years since.”

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asp1990 · 2 months ago

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Day 10: Thursday January 9th, 2025 [Shimoyoshida | Mt. Fuji]

Breakfast: Tokyo pork bun & a coffee

Lunch: Beef katsu bento box on the Shinkansen

Dinner: Green onion & miso ramen

Steps: 11, 121

We were up early this morning to get the Shinkansen (bullet train) to hopefully see Mt. Fuji! We checked out of our hotel at 9am and the staff in the lobby helped us organise the shipping of our luggage to our Kyoto accomodation so we didn’t have to lug it around. The convenience cost ¥65,000, which isn’t cheap but totally worth it. Yet again, we set off with just our backpacks and our overnight bag.

We had to get three separate trains, in peak-hour, to get to Shinjuku station to get the bullet train. It was super stressful as we didn’t want to get lost and miss our train, but Morgan did an excellent job of navigating and getting us there in plenty of time. We redeemed the tickets that I’d purchased online before our trip and then found some food. Neither of us had eaten or had a coffee yet and were getting irritable. I bought 2 coffees, 2 steamed pork buns and 2 beef katsu bento boxes for the train. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out which platform we were meant to be on so went to the info desk for help. Once on the platform, with coffee in our systems, things started to feel OK. We lined up behind a very friendly man from Brisbane who knew we were Aussies because of Morgan’s Kathmandu jacket and he loved a chat.

Once on the train, we settled in to the comfy seats and both put our headphones on for some quiet time. We were in seats 1A & 1B in carriage 4 so we had extra leg room and great window views. It took us 2 hours to get to Shimoyoshida station, but we could see Fuji almost immediately and were so pleased that we were blessed with a clear day and could actually see him. My work mate had been to Fuji a few days prior but it was cloudy and they couldn’t see anything - she was gutted.

As soon as we got off the train we were in awe of the inimitable mountain. The whole town of Shimoyoshida is low-rise buildings, in contrast to Tokyo, so it could be seen from anywhere you stood.

Our next accomodation was Hostel Saruya, which my friend Caity had recommended. It was an 8-minute walk from the station and despite being a hostel, has private rooms that are beautifully designed. Our room was in a separate complex with a rooftop that had private views of the mountain. We could see tourists aplenty lining up to get photos from below our room, but we were just 2 floors above them with primo views! I couldn’t believe our luck!

At 2pm we walked up to Chureito Pagoda, which was a bit of a steeper hike that I’d anticipated. It was freezing and we both had our scarves wrapped around our ears and noses to keep the chill out. We stopped at the temple to make an offering at get another goishin and then made our trek up the mountain. The views at the Pagoda were breathtaking and not as plagued with other tourists as I’d thought. We got some beautiful photos, took a moment to enjoy the view (and our luck!) and then trekked back down to the town.

We walked back to our hotel just before sunset and got a hot matcha latte to enjoy on the roof as the sunset. The view was stunning, but the 1º temperature and below-zero winds were really starting to get to us, so we went back to our beautiful room.

We enjoyed a few hours of quiet. Morgan researched plans for dinner and I wrote my diary. At 6.30pm we begrudgingly went out in the -2º weather to hunt for something to eat. Our plan was to grab something to takeaway and eat in our room. We walked for 2-minutes before finding a tiny sake shop and managed to buy a bottle from a woman who spoke zero English. She was SO tiny and we called out “konbanwa!” (“Good evening!”) to see if she was actually open. She was so lovely and gifted us two little sake cups to take with us.

2-doors up Morgan said there was a restaurant with good Google reviews that did ramen. We went inside to ask if they did takeaway, but again - no English. As soon as we walked in, another tiny Japanese woman put two water cups on a low table and welcomed us in. I guess we were dining in! We managed to order 2 green-onion and miso ramens and when we ordered 2 beers the woman raised her eyebrows, gestured ‘one’ and brought out a bit 1.25L of beer. Yes, one please haha. The ramen came out and it was delicious! Very much like a chicken noodle soup and the serve was huge. I couldn’t finish mine, but Morgan gave it a good crack! We giggled for the whole meal as we felt very much like giant, white people who had invaded this tiny woman’s home. The restaurant was only really decorated on one-side, where the menu was, and everything else was either lined with fridges or other utilities. The meal was only ¥3040 for both of us, which was very cheap!

We walked back to our beautiful room, both had nice, warm showers and then read under blankets until bed time. This has been such a lovely day! I feel so lucky to have been near Fuji on a clear day and bask in its splendour! It really is very majestic.

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the-kirbe-anon · 1 year ago

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Hey, so it's a really long story But I've been drivin' all afternoon (I-i-i-i-i've) (Drivin', drivin', drivin', drivin') I've been drivin' all afternoon But I hate to say it, I won't be there soon And though I'm late, you know I just can't wait To come home to my slice of heaven on toast But my Grand Prix broke down without fail Another flat tire and another nail I miss your smile but this could take a while 'Cause this "Road Closed" sign says there's no way around No, first I felt kinda sad but I said out loud "You know, this isn't so bad?" Your photograph on my dash knows it's true It might take me forever, but I can't wait to see you I've been trudgin' since 2 AM On the side of this highway, 'cause back there when I patched that flat, I ran on fumes And that was a bad move 'cause yeah, I ran out of gas The heavens opened, the rain came down Now I'm soaked to the bone, but I'm homeward bound So I just don't care how much I have to bear 'Cause you'll be there when I walk in through the door So down this road I will run and only stop to buy you A bouquet for no reason Hey, it's kinda crazy what daisies can do It might take me forever, but I can't wait to see you Well hey, I'd say that the real question is Am I unavoidably detained Or extremely fashionably late? There ain't nothing ventured, nothing gained It just really hasn't been my day But, I'm on my way Am I unavoidably detained Or just unbelievably, insanely, fashionably late? There ain't nothing ventured, nothing gained It just really, truly, hasn't been my day But I'm on my way If I blew in by daybreak, I'd be in luck I'd hand you a coffee right when you woke up But my ETA just jumped to MIA And I'm so lost, my mind is startin' to stray Let's say I fly to Kathmandu To show the whole world I got a lot to prove But all I find is all these highways wind And lead back to my slice of heaven on toast Oh, would your heart kinda glow if I held your hand And I promised to stay home? Hey, when I blow in that's the first thing I'll do It might take me forever It might take me forever But I love you forever, and I can't wait to see you Yeah Woo, hey, I'd say that the real question is Am I unavoidably detained Or extremely fashionably late? There ain't nothing ventured, nothing gained It just really, truly, hasn't been my day But, I'm on my way Am I unavoidably detained Or just unbelievably, insanely, fashionably late? There ain't nothing ventured, nothing gained It just really, truly, hasn't been my day But, I'm on my way, yeah I've been drivin' all afternoon But I hate to say it, I won't be there soon

It was just starting to drizzle as I walked out the door

But I’ve delivered papers in the rain like that before

Three thirty in the morning, I was happy as a lark

As I grabbed my bike and rode into the dark

I pedaled through the neighborhood, the weather on my mind

The wind was picking up and howling louder all the time

The sky churned like a cauldron and the distant thunder roared

And I knew that I was in for quite a storm

A little rain never hurt no one so I kept pressing on

And I tried to tell myself, it’s always darkest before the dawn

Lightning struck an oak tree as I leapt off my bike

The sirens started wailing but there was no good place to hide 

I knew without a doubt, there was a twister touching down

So I crawled into a culvert to wait it out

The little bit of courage I had left was almost gone

But I tried to tell myself, it’s always darkest before the dawn

And then the nightmare started, it got deafeningly loud

Everything fiber in me screamed out but I couldn’t make a sound

The whirling of a vortex, a violent carousel

It sounded like a freight train was dragging me to hell

And this was my prayer, “save me from this terrible nightmare” 

That was when I saw my family with my eyes shut real tight

Would they know how much I loved them if this was how I died?

No, I vowed I’d not be murdered by a monster in the sky that night

But if I went home to heaven, at least that’s where I'd belong

Yeah I tried to tell myself, it’s always darkest before the dawn

So I kept hanging on

I kept hanging on

The shadows slowly melted as I was hunkered down

Till at last the worst was over, the storm was dying out

I crept out of that culvert and I went weak in the knees

Cuz what I saw was a somber sight to see

There was nothing but destruction and wreckage in that town

Cars were upside down and houses leveled to the ground

A twisted trampoline was hanging from the power lines

I blinked a tear back cuz I felt lucky to be alive

And that was how I learned to live when you can run but you can’t hide

How to feel trapped in a tunnel but come out the other side

Cuz with all the stormy weather in the world, you learn to take

Life one storm at a time, you don’t have to be afraid

And now when there’s bad weather on the way, I stay calm

And I keep hanging on because it’s always darkest before the dawn

And I keep hanging on

I keep hanging on

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abeyyabhishekh · 2 years ago

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"Am I 10, or 12, or 22 (the sum)?"- I guessed standing in front of the mirror, while everyone was asleep. My eyes were itchy and red. It was the 3rd night i hadn't slept in a row. I stayed awake for long enough, i began to see things outside reality and began to go insane bit by bit. First, my senses refused to collaborate, then I had difficulty recalling things. I became a confused, indecisive creature that walks on earth. I lost track of time. I didn't just become illusioned, i became the very illusion myself. Suddenly volunteering for the grand magic trick done by God himself.

Then i slept, for a very brief period, like 1/3rd of a minute. I didn't remember falling asleep either. I just remembered waking up in the middle of Fluid class. Did I just nod off? I asked Adesh, then told myself to have a nap or, i stroll back home, but what I did was studied the whole period with my red itchy sleepy eyes. I waited for the night, then for the morning. Everything was going in a loop, even the issue of lack of sleep itself. I was downhearted because I couldn't sleep, i couldn't sleep because I was downhearted. "Isn't it a paradox?"- I asked myself. "Ofcourse yes, Everything is a paradox. A recurring pair of events. A program."- I answered myself.

"Insufficient sleep can increase your chance for dementia in the future" the healthcare column of 'The Kathmandu Post' i follow say. I read, then closed the browser, drank a glass of water. I had heard that an average human sleeps for 1/3rd of his life. I had also heard, How 1/3rd of our life is wasted before we can finally think for ourselves. How little time is left to accomplish. It is only in what remains that we do so much; finish study, obtain a degree, work our ass off, contribute to society, make friends, fall in love, marry, travel, find ourselves, lose ourselves, come to terms with god, see sunsets, form opinions, experience the true 'wakefulness'.

Yet when i look around, what i see is a monotonous cycle of continuous events with no intervention. It makes me ponder death. I think of "what i would have to look back on in the past, when I'm in the future myself? What will be there to reflect upon, when at last, death will arrive?" My eyes will dilate, my jaw wide open – not in fear but in awe. What after? I wonder.

Well, sleep. Sleep well.

There was a knock on the door. Bhai had knocked the door to wake me up. The sun had risen. I walked to washroom.

"Am I 10 or 12, or twenty 22 (the sum) ?"- I guessed standing in front of the mirror, while (not) everyone was in sleep. My eyes were still itchy and red. 3rd night in a row I hadn't slept.

Without thinking of anything more, I washed my face and left for 'Fluid' class.

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kansainepalnews · 16 days ago

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"Fatal School Bus Accident Reveals Identities of Three Deceased Students"

In Kathmandu, the identities of the three individuals who tragically lost their lives in a school bus accident on their way back from a picnic in Nagarkot have been revealed. The incident has raised concerns about road safety and the need for more stringent measures to prevent such tragedies. The victims’ families and the community are mourning the loss of their loved ones, as investigations into…

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longpahern · 24 days ago

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Meditation and the Monkey Mind?

Some find the term, "monkey mind", troubling, bad, and insulting. This is a pity, as the point is lost, the ego is consisted of, and a natural human defense boosts. We are anticipated to be the "king of the primates," aren't we? The very actually extremely actually extremely very first time I heard the expression, "monkey mind," in regard to meditation, I thought about Swayambhunath Stupa, in Kathmandu, Nepal. Generally, this is called, the "monkey temple," and it made me laugh within, as monkeys need assistance in human settings. The image of without help monkeys entered my head, and I was lowering laughter throughout a significant conversation. Monkeys can be problems, when made it possible for to walk without some help, and it is the precise incredibly specific incredibly precise very same with the unskilled mind that varies from based upon subject, without getting much acquired. Please do not waste time being outraged by the term, and effort to take a look at the amusing side. When you allow yourself to enjoy life, and effort not to take anything too seriously, you can see that monkeys do not have it so bad. In fact often, the human mind invests serious time securing, stressing, posturing, impacting, fearing, and experience embarrassed, to get a bang out of life to its ideal capability. You are not your mind. You are accountable for your actions, nevertheless various things take place in the concept treatment before you toss down the attack. Whether the experience is, remarkable or bad, you process it into action, or treat it as a fast lived concept that passes and may be forgotten. If you have a fast lived wicked concept and it passes - should you waste time experience guilty about it? Mankind has the ability to impact deep area, and establish numerous truths, nonetheless separating what is spiritual, from what is wicked, has in fact in truth been an issue for different years. The disconnection from your inner self, nature, and God, has in truth in truth triggered severe confusion. Thank God for meditation; it allows you to harness the power of the mind, settle, and focus, on one subject at a time. If you take the time for a daily meditation practice, your decision-making treatment will be much more clear and managed. Conclusion result will be to have a look at the monkey with a lot more regard, appreciation, and a bit of humor. Some find the term, "monkey mind", troubling, unwanted, and insulting. Conclusion result will be to have a look at the monkey with a lot more regard, appreciation, and a bit of humor. Some find the term, "monkey mind", troubling, bad, and insulting. Conclusion result will be to have a look at the monkey with a lot more regard, thankfulness, and a little bit of humor. Some find the term, "monkey mind", troubling, unfavorable, and insulting. Conclusion result will be to have a look at the monkey with far more regard, appreciation, and a little humor. Some find the term, "monkey mind", troubling, bad, and insulting. Conclusion result will be to have a look at the monkey with a lot more regard, thankfulness, and a bit of humor. Some find the term, "monkey mind", troubling, bad, and insulting. Conclusion result will be to have a look at the monkey with a lot more regard, thankfulness, and a little bit of humor. Some find the term, "monkey mind", troubling, bad, and insulting. Thank God for meditation; it allows you to harness the power of the mind, settle, and focus, on one subject at a time. Conclusion result will be to have a look at the monkey with a lot more regard, thankfulness, and a little humor. Some find the term, "monkey mind", troubling, bad, and insulting. Thank God for meditation; it allows you to harness the power of the mind, settle, and focus, on one subject at a time. Conclusion result will be to have a look at the monkey with a lot more regard, thankfulness, and a little humor. Some find the term, "monkey mind", troubling, bad, and insulting. Conclusion result will be to have a look at the monkey with a lot more regard, thankfulness, and a little bit of humor. Some find the term, "monkey mind", troubling, bad, and insulting. Conclusion result will be to take an appearance at the monkey with a lot more regard, appreciation, and a little bit of humor. Some find the term, "monkey mind", troubling, bad, and insulting. Conclusion result will be to take an appearance at the monkey with a lot more regard, appreciation, and a little humor. Some find the term, "monkey mind", troubling, bad, and insulting.

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nepalniceties · 2 months ago

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Rising Human-Elephant Conflict Claims 274 Lives in Two Decades

Over the past two decades, Nepal has witnessed more than 11,000 human-elephant conflict incidents, claiming 274 lives and injuring 138 people. Factors like habitat destruction and shrinking forest areas have forced elephants into human settlements, intens

Kathmandu, Jan 8: Human-wildlife conflicts, particularly human-elephant encounters, have escalated in Nepal due to increasing wildlife populations and habitat degradation. Over the last two decades, 274 lives have been lost, with 138 people injured in over 11,000 recorded incidents involving elephants, according to the Department of National Parks and Wildlife Conservation. Surge in…

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fanartka · 11 months ago

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Imagine that the Ancient One really kicked Strange out of Kamar-taj, maybe for a couple of months, to test his sense of purpose, maybe forever, looking through her doubles into other worlds of the Multiverse, where the Stranges destroyed their universes... Without money, without hope, he was trying to survive, lost on the streets of Kathmandu. And only one faithful friend warmed him on cold nights and protected him from attackers.

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Kathmandu, The tradition of musical chairs continued in Nepal politics in 2024. Coalition equations changed yet again with a dispensation perceived as pro-China coming to power, a development India viewed with caution. Nepal 2024: Politicians play musical chairs, new PM does balancing act between India and China K P Sharma Oli, 72, became prime minister for the fourth time to lead a new coalition government that faces the daunting challenge of providing political stability to the Himalayan nation. In July, Pushpa Kamal Dahal 'Prachanda', 69, lost a trust vote as Oli's Communist Party of Nepal withdrew support to his government after inking a new power-sharing deal with the largest party in the House led by Sher Bahadur Deuba. Under their deal, Oli will hand over power to Nepali Congress leader Deuba after 20 months. The year began with a visit by External Affairs Minister S Jaishankar to Nepal in January, and Nepal’s Foreign Minister Arzu Rana Deuba visited India as the year came to a close. Rana also visited earlier in August, a week after India’s Foreign Secretary Vikram Misri came to Nepal to discuss cooperation in sectors like trade, tourism, connectivity, water resources, energy, disaster management, agriculture and defence. During his visit, Jaishankar announced that India will provide ₹10 billion, equivalent to USD 75 million, in grants for reconstruction work at earthquake-hit sites in Nepal. India also continued to fund infrastructure projects in health and education under the High Impact Community Development Projects agreement in remote areas. Endowed with several Himalayan rivers, Nepal reached an agreement with India to export 10,000 MW of electricity in the next 10 years. In October, Nepal, India and Bangladesh also signed a tripartite agreement for exporting electricity to Bangladesh through Indian transmission lines. Four years after it unveiled a controversial map that showed Lipulekh, Limpiyadhura and Kalapani territories within its own boundaries, Kathmandu announced that a new ₹100 currency note will feature the changes. India has already termed the revision of the Nepal map as ‘untenable’. Ironically, a Chinese company has been awarded the contract to print the new notes. China and Nepal reopened their traditional border trade points in May, two months after then deputy prime minister Narayan Kaji Shrestha visited Tibet and urged Beijing to do so. Oli has insisted that Nepal maintains friendly relations with both India and China in a “balanced” manner, and said that occasional problems between neighbours are “natural” and can be resolved through an “open dialogue.” He broke with the usual practice of Nepal PMs making India their first destination in the neighbourhood after assuming charge, and embarked on a China visit in December. The only exception to this practice over the decades has been Pushpa Kamal Dahal ‘Prachanda’ in 2008. During Oli's visit, Chinese President Xi Jinping announced a 500 million RMB grant to Nepal and pledged efforts to advance their strategic partnership. Nepal and China signed 10 agreements, including the Belt and Road Initiative cooperation framework. Nepal has been part of the China-promoted mega connectivity effort since 2017 but no project has actually been implemented yet. India is wary of the BRI, often seen as a device to further China’s global influence with investments to build infrastructure. The consecration of the Ram temple in Ayodhya on January 22 was also celebrated in Nepal’s Janakpur, believed to be the birthplace of Goddess Sita. The year was no exception to Nepal's staple of Himalayan problems – floods and earthquakes. Floods and landslides created havoc in September, killing more than 241 across the country, including 56 in the Kathmandu district. Nepal suffered an estimated loss of 17 billion Nepalese rupees. Mount Everest continued to draw global attention with 291 foreigners and 473 Nepalese, including Sherpas, making it to the 8,849-metre peak. Nepal’s veteran mountaineer Kami Rita Sherpa, 55, created history in May by scaling the world’s highest peak for the 30th time. Purnima Shrestha became the first person to summit Everest three times in a single climbing season while yet another Nepalese, Phunjo Lama, became the fastest, climbing it in 14 hours 31 minutes. The rush to climb Everest generates its own set of problems for the fragile region. The army held a two month campaign to remove 11,000 kilos of waste from the area. It also brought down five bodies of climbers who had died on the mountain’s slopes. Nepal is setting itself up as an LGBTQ-friendly destination, and has held events promoting “Pink Tourism.” This is after Anju Devi Shrestha, 33, and Suprita Gurung, 33, became the first lesbian Nepalese couple to get their marriage registered at a local municipality. This article was generated from an automated news agency feed without modifications to text.

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