The elections are coming. An election monitor's duty is to make sure that the bluish purple mark of the stamp hits the ballot on the spot desired by the voter, and not by anyone else. Light pink and light blue.
Now, days are spent in vehicles. On days of walking, lunches are popped corn with roasted soy beans. And if one is lucky, maybe even some horseradish pickle. Savory. Stuffed in jars. Lots of mustard seed, the oil soaked up by the chopped vegetable.
Internet access is not scarce, surprisingly.
But entries might be. I will be back after the elections. Maybe one or two posts before then, who knows.
(written from Gorkha)
2 comments:
Glad to hear from you again.
The heat of election is warming the country. Those who have heated up know whom to vote but dillusioned while majority do not really care.
It's too long that we have lived with just hope. This election will give some direction - up or down so that then we can decide which side of the revolution we are in.
I remember you expressing doubt on election ever happening. We are almost there now.
Be happy, don't feel blue.
We were all exhausted with never ending political chaos. This is one event that will certainly give a new direction to many things - may it be bad or good one.
Tired of waiting and it is just a day or two now. Something we can wait for no longer.
And, you just gave us one more reason for this election to be over.
. . time has frozen.
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