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I feel so lucky to have met so many different people throughout my life and travels. One encounter I truly treasure is with a full-hearted, enthusiastic young woman I met during my holy pilgrimage to Mount Kailash. We connected instantly, and I’m grateful that we’ve stayed in touch ever since.

She is a doctor from Nepal—young, visionary, and deeply inspiring. In these recent days of hardship in her country, I’ve been in close contact with her.

When I asked her how she was experiencing the situation in Nepal, and if she would be willing to share her perspective in writing, she agreed. I wanted to share it here with the readers of Wise and Shine, as I prefer to hear ordinary people’s perspectives rather than rely on the mass media. The same text is also available on my personal blog.

To keep her safe, I’ve chosen to share her words under a pseudonym: Luminous—a name I feel reflects her spirit perfectly.

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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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