Dharahara article

I have written an article titled THE LIFE, PAIN AND DEATH OF DHARAHARA on the anniversary of earthquake. This article is based on a beautiful painting which I saw in an exhibition at Siddhartha Art Gallery.

THE LIFE, PAIN AND DEATH OF DHARAHARA 

I AM DHARAHARA. Oh no! I was Dharahara , the tallest building in Nepal. God! Me? Really me? Yes it was me who fell down in the devastating Earthquake which hit Nepal with a rector scale of 7.8! As I started to shake, I knew my death was coming. In a few seconds I was dying myself. Within a few seconds, from being the biggest attraction in the city, I became the biggest killer. From giving smiles to people's face, to killing hundreds of people and breaking into hundreds of pieces before my last breath. Did I deserve this? Did I actually kill them? When I fell it was horrible, hurtful and haunting for me. 

There was a small house next to me and that was in danger, all my fault. Me, the evil building, fell on the house killing all the people in the house as well as people around it. Lots of dust and dirt stormed as I fell to the ground. It really was painful. Me, a beautiful sparkling white tower, in no time, turned into a gloomy, grey and ugly mix of my debris and dead bodies. 

I died a year ago along with my dearest people. I know, Kathmandu wants to create me again, taller than before, stronger than before. But I am finished, I am dead. My soul is not. I can reincarnate. Thank you Kathmandu. 

 Shreyas Agrawal Year 9,
The British School, Kathmandu, Nepal. 
The writing is inspired by the painting.