I cannot let go of his sight. His spontaneous song spills over on the themes of betrayed lovers, tragedy of common man and the story of Ramayana, Mahabharata and Muna Madan. I listen to each of them in awe and curiosity and cannot control the tears rolling down my cheeks.
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.
तिमी आँफैले फुटाएका मुर्तिका भगनाबेशहरु
बटुलेर फेरी इश्वरको नाम लिन सिवाय !
तिम्रो केहि लाग्दैन
बस, कुर्नु सिवाय !
फगत, कुर्नु सिवाय !