Birat Anupam, Author, Translator (Lhasako Khabar) Trekker
We were getting married on Baisakh 17 this year. By Chaitra, we were under pressure to manage everything – from shifting to a joint house from our individual ones here in Kathmandu to arranging all the details for the big day. My fiancée, Pabitra, carried a unique worry. Her family and cultural circle pressured her to pierce her nose. She was not ready fearing that it would make her look less beautiful. Yet, she had to give in. I still remember the tears in her eyes the moment the piercing gun touched her skin. She kept telling me about the pain she was going through. Then came the day to remove the initial piece and replace it with a stud. She had planned to wear a gold one. Instead, I offered her a diamond nose stud. She accepted.
When she finally wore it, there were two things shining: the diamond stud on her nose and her radiant smile.
Saurav Bhattarai, Country Business Development Manager Pernod Ricard
Romance, to me, is not measured by candlelit dinners or big surprises but by the quiet promise of being there for each other every single day. The most romantic thing I have done for my wife is to make her feel loved in the little moments, when the world is not watching. Like the evening in Bali, when we stood hand in hand, watching the sun disappear into the restless waves as if the ocean itself was blessing our journey. Or those mornings in Pokhara when the mountains rose before us in their silent majesty, and a simple cup of coffee felt like poetry shared between two hearts.
Sometimes romance has been in surprising her with a midnight birthday celebration, the glow of candles lighting up her smile more beautifully than any chandelier ever could. At other times, it has been in the everyday moments: a quiet word, a reassuring gesture, the kind of love that does not need an audience.
Sanjen Thapa, Founder & Fitness Trainer, FitZen Fitness Studio, Zen Bites
Honestly, I have never been the most romantic person nor am I good at showing emotions or making grand gestures. But when I look back, one moment stands out clearly – a spontaneous trip we took to Pokhara in the middle of an otherwise hectic week. At that time, our daughter was just six months old, and we were still learning to adjust to this new chapter of life as parents. Parenthood had changed so much for us, both as individuals and as a couple, and in many ways, we were still figuring out how to find ourselves again. That trip felt like a pause, a breath of fresh air in the middle of all the chaos. More than just a getaway, it became a moment of rediscovery, a reminder of who we were beyond the daily responsibilities. In Pokhara, it felt like we found each other again, and it felt like home.
Rajeshwor Raaz Shrestha, Co-Founder, Ratna Raaz Luxury Tailoring
In the tender dawn of our marriage, she lingered once by a glass display, a ring catching her gaze yet her lips stayed quiet for she knew my pocket was light, and my dreams bigger than my means. But love is not measured in numbers. It whispers in sacrifice, in silent promises only that the heart hears. So, I stretched beyond what I had, saved quietly, dreamed secretly, and held close the thought of her smile.
One evening, beneath the soft glow of her favourite restaurant’s lights, I placed the ring in her hands. And in that instant, her eyes became constellations sparkling with happiness, pride, love and a respect that wrapped around me like a warm embrace.
It wasn’t the gold nor the stone but the journey, the effort, the unspoken vow shining brighter than a diamond. That night remains our poem; the most romantic verse I have ever written, not with ink but with my heart.
