To my utter dismay, that duck flew straight down on the floor and crashed. It died there and then. The colours splattered everywhere. I just could not believe it. My most treasured gift from my father… in fact till then, the most treasured gift from anyone and all I wanted to do was share it with my cousins, show them the beautiful masterpiece. I took the pieces together and started praying thinking miracles could happen… how naïve I was. I prayed and prayed… my innocent mind thought prayers meant getting things done!!! My cousins got so scared looking at the shattered glasses that they just left me in my misery. Probably they were horrified too! Father came home and first I asked him not to get angry then showed him the glasses that were there in my tiny naked hands. He looked at me, took the pieces away, helped me to wash my hands gently but did not utter a word. It must have cost him a fortune, that rainbow duck, but he did not say anything. He probably understood...
Awww, so you're his granddaughter? I read one of his articles a few years back and always wonder how Nepal would have been under his leadership--if he had that chance!
ReplyDeleteI was born and brought up in Kathmandu but live in Canada. I just couldn't help writing this note to you once I read you're one my idols' granddaughter. Would like to chat on messenger to get to know each other a bit more?
Bina/Sasi Sharma
Hi, thank you so much for your response. I am sorry I checked my blog after ages today. Would love to chat :). Take care.
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