“Who the hell are you?” they said. Finally, I swore on them and they shut their mouths up. I felt so powerful. When the bus’s last station came and it halted to a complete stop, all passengers got off, we also got off from the bus only to discover someone from behind hit me so hard on my head that the whole town whirled around my head.
Gradually the opened window pulled me to the world outside where a couple of lovers, I suppose, were going around the Baudha gumba, reminding me of the barren life…
मैले निर्णय गरे म लेखकनै बन्छु। मेरो पत्रकार हुने चाहाना पनि थोर बहुत पुरा हुन्छ । किनकि म लेख्छु। आफ्नै ब्लगमा लेख्छु। भिड्यो बनाउछु आफ्नै ब्लगमा हाल्छु। लेख्छु, नेताको बारेमा लेख्छु, जनताको बारेमा लेख्छु, उनीहरुको आवाजको बारेमा लेख्छु, झुपडीको बारेमा लेख्छु, मनमा लागेको कुरा लेख्छु । अब आफ्नै देश नेपाल फर्केर लेख्छु।
म त भन्छु छोरा पाउनु भाग्य हो भने छोरी पाउनु सौभाग्य । जुन घरमा छोरी छैनन् त्यो घर हरेक चाडवाडमा सधै उराठलाग्दो नै हुन्छ । दिदिबैनी भएको घरको रौनक छुट्टै हुन्छ । तिज,तिहार जस्ता चाडवाडमा कति उज्यालो हुन्छ चेलीबेटी भान्जाभान्जीले घर । छोरा पाउनेले सँसार जित्ने र छोरी पाउनेले हार्ने भन्ने फुपुका कुरालाई एकैछिन गमे । यत्तिकैमा सुतीरहेकी मेरी छोरी उठी ,उसलाई हेरे मलाई भने संसारै जितेझै भयो ,मायाले आलिँगन गरे अनि लागे मेरी छोरी स्याहार्न ।
And many flowers were luring me,
Like Menaka with her naked breasts
Dropped on the earth to distract Biswamitra.
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.
The roof flew off. The rice recently harvested and stored in a spare room toppled over and hid underneath the debris. A cow in the barn got hit by flying splinters of wood and died.