New York, my dreamland, memory of my thought hang so long and every phase of my abroad thought. New York stand as my icon of my life. My dream never ruin but come into reality where my fate has destined to from my landlocked Himalayan country to world of amazing land. At my first arrival it was different and everything look fancy. Soon adept to the surroundings and people I see same thing, but still I need aid when in trouble. Weather seems strange and not sure but anytime I am ready. This morning as I pull the curtain, a beautiful white foam covered whole side of road and still it was in process. I walk on where it share a different feeling. Though freezing but it still add and bring joy to my heart. Whole day seems lonely where my thought well up tears ready to flow out. In long cooling breath I leant on my chair and a hot cup of water hardly find my way of relief. Then hour before I left to shrine hall to prepare for my daily prayers. After prayers in the dazzling of beautiful street I walk back to my apartment with Liz. She drove at my door step and left with word of good night. I had my dinner of rice and dishes curry and stay awake till 2:30 browsing computer. Alike New Yorkers sleep was less in my eye.

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