I grimaced and remained self-contained because he was reminding me of my ground reality, my poverty. Being a son of a farmer who worked on the farm that hardly yielded enough crops, I could barely have two pieces of clothes in a year, nor quality flip-flops to wear, let alone shoes. He was right that one should be lucky enough to acquire such privileges as he was in.
एक हप्ता भित्रमा १० हजार “भिउज” बनाउन सफल यो भिडयो हेरौ !
I was deeply shaken inside and felt my palms become sweaty while he took time to go through my passport. He asked me to place my thumb and forefinger on a pad. So I did. He pressed them down onto the pad taking my finger prints.
Snowflakes welcomed us no sooner did we reach there. A throng of tourists was clicking and capturing priceless and speechless beauty in camera…
I looked back where I came from and I felt more responsible for why I came here and what I want to be. My courage was for good cause. My hope glimmered when I looked back and it was more for my career and my duty to the nation I came from than for personal material success that I found many of my friends were indulged in, and I felt sorry for the friends who suffered from selfishness, greed, and hypocrisy.
Reading a few paragraphs from my memoir “A Thatched House” I am working on.