My Father’s Economics (Part I)

When it came to productivity and yielding crops, his strategies and knowledge started coming into fruition. He learned things about productivity, market, and monies by doing things on the farm without knowing or studying what money is, what it means to be rich, or what market exchange is.

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आँधि

अन्न्याय त त्यतिबेला हुन्छ
जतिबेला आँधिले एक दुई ज्यान
बाँकि राखेर जान्छ
गुँडबाट बचेरा निमोठेर लान्छ
प्रीयसिको फोक्सो चुँडालेर भाग्छ।

Lucky

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.

Dhido

“Because Dhido builds up your muscles,” he said, swallowing Dhido in such a way that I could clearly see the lump going down his gullet as his Adam’s apple moved up and down. My mother chuckled hearing my father’s explanation. My sister started having fun trying her best to swallow Dhido, saying, “Dada, dada, brother, look at here I swallowed it.” I imitated them with the hope that I would make my muscles strong but the lump-like Dhido got stuck in my throat.