Between Fire and Flowers
As a student living in Italy and doing my Master’s degree, watching the protests back home feels like holding both pride and heartbreak at the same time.
Pride, because our generation finally stood up, raised their voices, and refused to stay silent. We were never meant to shut our mouths. We were born in a democracy, and we have every right to protect it.
But with that pride comes a deep sadness.
Because in this movement, Some families lost their sons, daughters, and loved ones.
That is the heaviest part to carry.
From far away, I feel proud of the courage in Nepal’s streets, but I also feel the pain of seeing my country break down piece by piece. It hurts to see how fragile everything has become, how much we are losing, and how far we still need to go.
Still, I believe in us.
I believe in the youth who protested.
I believe in the families who keep surviving.
And I believe that even from abroad, we carry the responsibility to rebuild our nation slowly, honestly, and together.
This moment is both fire and flowers - courage and loss, hope and heartbreak.
