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Throughout my life and travels, I have been fortunate to meet many remarkable people. One of the most meaningful encounters happened during my pilgrimage to Mount Kailash, where I met a young woman whose full-hearted enthusiasm and spirit touched me instantly. From that moment, a genuine connection was formed, and I am grateful that we remain in contact to this day.

She is a doctor from Nepal—young, visionary, and inspiring. In recent days, as her country faces a painful and difficult situation, I have been in close touch with her. It feels like a true gift to witness Nepal’s reality through her eyes and perspective.

To protect her identity, I am sharing her reflections here under a pseudonym: Luminous—a name that, to me, reflects the light and strength of her spirit.

Below the shared song, I’ve included her words in her own voice.

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It has been years of silent agitation, a widening rift between the privileged children of the powerful and the working class who carried the weight of the nation. Corruption had long been a wound festering beneath the surface — a ticking time bomb waiting for a spark. The social media ban felt like nothing more than gaslighting, an attempt to blindfold a generation whose voices were rising.

The killings that followed were the tragic decisions of incompetent leaders. The children who marched had no arms, only courage in their hearts and the hope of peaceful protest. Yes, within the crowd there were mobs that broke into parliament, smashing and burning in anger, but even that chaos could have been managed without bloodshed — if only wisdom had prevailed. A patient hand could have let the fury dissolve on its own. Instead, violence fed violence.

The deaths shattered the soul of Nepal. And what unfolded next was devastating: mobs and opportunists, cloaked in the guise of protest, turned destruction into a spectacle. Government buildings, data centers, banks, malls, even the Supreme Court and Parliament — the very pillars of the nation — were set ablaze. For a fragile economy like ours, the loss was not measured in billions, but in years and years of setback.

The police, laying down arms to protect lives, created a vacuum that the mobsters filled with arson and looting. The fire that began as a cry for justice was hijacked by those who sought only chaos. Watching my beloved country consumed by smoke and flames was unbearable. I had to delete my social media — the images were too heavy for the heart.

I sense that there are deeper forces at play behind this unrest, forces wearing the mask of agitation but carrying their own agendas. Anger without awareness, passion without guidance, has the power to destroy more than it creates. And with no true leaders to channel this storm, the road ahead feels uncertain, steep, and painfully challenging.

Yet, despite the destruction, I hold on to hope. This is not how it should have been — but it is what has happened. What’s broken cannot be undone, but what is left can still be nurtured. We must remember: power without awareness becomes lethal; revolution without awareness risks collapsing into destruction rather than building a new dawn.

Nepal deserves a future born not of fire, but of consciousness.

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