"The nose is just like yours, the rest of the cut is just like mine", I said taking Nanu in my arms and looking at his face.
"I don't think you have anything in common with me. My daughter is like Mamu. You can tell someone else's nanu is not like Mamu." Angrily, she took Nanu from my hand and hugged him to her chest. My mother would stare at her daughter, and my eyes would water with joy. After Nanu was born, our life was full of happiness.
She was not, the symbol of our love was the piece of our heart, our lovely granddaughter, our little world full of happiness.
I have never been able to feel the love of mother and father. As I was stepping into this world, my mother left this world. I didn't even see my mother's face when I was born. This society called the orphan mother Tokuwa. Later, my father remarried. A few years later, my father died of starvation. What I kept lazy and at home, later taken to an orphanage and left. I spent my childhood with many orphans like me, I never got to experience what love is.
After leaving the orphanage, the struggles of life began, the days of sleeping on the streets hungry, the days of feeding others, these are my days, I can never erase my past even if I want to. Orphanage - The world of three people from the street now feels different in my life like the sky is thin. This world was far beyond my imagination. Struggling with every misery in life, today the journey to the head of the marketing department of a small company was no less than walking barefoot on the path of Kadai Kada.
She worked in the same company, she had her own story of life's struggles. He had a widowed mother and a brother at home. Probably a factor as to why they're doing so poorly. Kalikali, Hissi Pareki, Laughing Dimple, she was very beautiful. It was not found that they exchanged hearts while exchanging each other's sorrows. For the first time in my life, I experienced love from him. She loved me so much that maybe I have no one in this world but her. There was a small world, we didn't have big dreams. We were rejoicing in our own world by collecting small joys.
After a love affair of about two years, we got married. After Tesco's dead year, little Nanu came into our lives. After the sorrow, the happy moments in our life started raining like rain in the rainy season.
All the joys of life I saw in her and Nanu's faces, our little world was full of love.
It was a Saturday, it was an office holiday, and I didn't want to play with Nanu all day. She was making litto for Nanu in the kitchen. Suddenly the bed shook and the floor shook violently. As I was carrying Nanu, I was falling down the ladder shouting Asmita .. Asmita .. She rushed towards the room shouting Nanu Khai .. Nanu Khai .. I was out, the ground was shaking violently. While she was running down the ladder, she got stuck and fell down the ladder. Screaming, I put Nanu on the floor and went to pick him up. In an instant, the house became a pile of bricks. I just fainted. When it opened, I was in a makeshift camp with saline water in my hand, and I heard Nanu crying. I grabbed Nanu by the chest and started screaming. There was an atmosphere of noise all around. Everything was destroyed in an instant. I was crying in a semi-conscious posture, pressing Nanu to my chest.
One week, Asmita's body was exhumed, I couldn't even see her body.
I can't imagine the days after Tess. For six months, Nanu would cry in search of her hungry mother. With tears streaming down her cheeks, I would feed her with water and biscuits. She became an orphan like me without getting mother's love and affection.
My only surviving companion was Nanu, looking at her face, shedding tears in memory of Asmita. She was looking at the face of the ignorant Nanu and cursing Daib.
No matter how hard I try, I can't give Nanu that justice in my mother's arms, but I can't help but miss my mother's love. Mary Asmita has left the symbol of love, I will spend the rest of my life in her memory by looking at this symbol of our love. There is only one thing I am always afraid of, when Nanu gets upset and asks me if it is my mother, what should I do? My Nanu is always bothered by this thing.
Many such joys and dreams were looted all over the hole, many grandchildren like my granddaughter were orphaned, many lives like my ego were buried in broken houses across the hole, many happy worlds like me collapsed across the hole, the whole country burst into tears.
Tomorrow "Baishakh 12" will once again make the hearts of all Nepalis cry in remembrance of that black day, once again the whole country will be drowned in grief, the eyes of all Nepalis will be filled with tears in memory of those who lost their lives.
In a year, never let such a stumbling block hit the withering wound, never let these slowly rising legs never fall, let no one ever have to face such a calamity. I would like to pay tribute to those who lost their lives in that black day incident by writing this very true incident!
