Short story.

My name is Pitya, and in case you didn’t understand it by my name- I’m Nepali.
And in case you have no Idea what it means, Nepal is a country in South Asia.
I mean, it was. Let me explain.
It all started 3 weeks ago, on the 8th of July 2025.
Surprisingly, It was a beautiful sunny day, not too hot but not too cold kind of day, which is kind of shocking consider the fact it was the beginning of July.
Obviously, I was in school like every other normal day. I was tired and bored, so it took me a couple of minutes to notice that our geography teacher, Ms. Bista, kept talking to a tall, brown haired woman, that I did not recognize. It took only 5 minutes after the unknown woman left for Ms. Bista to tell us to pack our things, and go home as soon as possible.

We were so happy and cheerful, we didn’t even bothered to ask why.
The next thing I remember, was my way home, while I walked alone down the street, right next to Mr. Rai tiny bakery, I saw bunch of tall man standing couple of meters away from me, on the other side of the street.
I assumed they were soldiers, because of their grey, baggy but clean uniform, their authoritative hats and the weapons that they held- I mean, at least it looked like it from my point of view.
I started to walk faster, because maybe Nepal has a very small army, but I know how their uniform looks like. And it’s definitely doesn’t look like this.
After 4 minutes of fast walking, almost running, I got home.
I didn’t even bothered to check if my mom’s car was there, I just wanted to arrive home.

But when I did, the TV was on (it usually doesn’t happen, my dad always yelled at us to shut it down when no one is watching), and the national news channel was on.
I turn up the volume a bit, because the audio was pretty blurry. Soon as I heard the news, the urge inside of me, to get up and take everything I care about from my room and run away started to get stronger and stronger. But I couldn’t, I was too shocked.
By the minute I got up, it was too late.
The revolution has started.