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.

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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.

सिवाय !

तिमी आँफैले फुटाएका मुर्तिका भगनाबेशहरु
बटुलेर फेरी इश्वरको नाम लिन सिवाय !
तिम्रो केहि लाग्दैन
कुर्नु सिवाय,
बस, कुर्नु सिवाय !
फगत, कुर्नु सिवाय !