The time is approaching eight o'clock. It will take another six hours to reach Kathmandu. Wherever look, there are hills and mountains only . The driver, a Tata Sumo, was flying in the hundreds miles speed. Anyway as I walk down the small road with the big gutters between the hills I am reminded of the death well in the circus. Seeing this rehearsal performance of the driver made me feel a fear inside me. This is because of the deep hooks that are ready to reach out wherever the goat falls, with both arms outstretched, with no end in sight.
It has been two hours since the train crossed the Indian border via Bihar. In the distance you can see small houses here and there on the slopes. The views became clearer as we got closer. Some are dilapidated and some are partially damaged. I did not even see a human baby anywhere. Sohail Rana, who was nearby, reminded me that these were the remnants of an earthquake some time ago. The Nepalese farmer described it as nature's protest against the man who hurt him.
How many people's dreams would have been shattered in a moment in that protest of nature ....! How many parents have lost their children ...! How many children have lost their parents and been thrown into orphanage ...! Who is to blame? Humans or the gods they believe are obligated to save them?
Um, of course, yes, I know this, why it's something known in advance.
I remember reading somewhere that childhood was the best spring of a person's life, when they received parental caress, kisses and child abuse. Even if the parents stay away for whatever reason, the gift they give to the baby is the orphanage that lost the joy of this baby. Unfortunately, those baby joys were alien to me. It's a dream come true. What burned in it were the thoughts of God that my grandmother had instilled in me since childhood. If there is a God, why did you take away my baby happiness from me ..?
I'm been growing up lying on my grandmother's lap since the day I remembered .. hanging on to those dry fingers
Many passers-by on the way would say, "Poor boy ... Why did God show this baby like this? My childish mind could not understand the reasons why those who isolated me."
It wasn't until I lost my grandmother at the age of 10 that I realized the meaning and scope of the word orphanage. But those were the moments when I did not even have the wherewithal to cry.
I grew up listening to the story of Krishna who stole butter and ate it, which story my aunt used to tell her children. One day, when I was hungry, I stole a piece of bread and ate it, my aunt caught me and tied me to a tree. My aunt was buried in an ant nest. I cried out in pain, and by the time Jose uncle from the next house intervened and untied me, my whole body was red. my eyes were full of tears and the painful red swelling all over the body.. that incident made me want to leave that country right away. I can't live here anymore.. Why should I be beaten like this.. a hell Better than this, I thought it would be better to go somewhere else and try to make a living doing something. i walked off from that house.
I am brutally tired.. but my mind did not allow me to beg for anything even though hunger was attacking me in a big way. after drinking tap water and i slept somewhere in a footpath..falling into sleep.
in the middle of the sleep someone woke me up.. I was picked up by the police that night . When I woke up from my sleep, they bombarded me with questions. Nothing came out of me except crying because I was so scared and speechless. My pleas were not accepted.. they misjudged that I was the link in an inter-state gang of lock-pickers and thieves. They took me to the station.
Frightened, I got out of the car and was hit in the head by someone from behind and then pushed out loud. The paramedic turned and looked at me as I fell head over heels on the steps of the police station.
Suddenly my eyes twinkled. Suresh uncle.. he is the son-in-law of Gracie Aunty near my grandmother's house. Two or three times he spotter has seen me at their house.
"are you Valson's nephew? What's the matter?" He asked in surprise.
My reply was a big cry. In the meanwhile I told him everything that happened.
He argued for SI for me. Although SI released me. "Even if he grows up, he's must come here," he murmured. The anger of suddenly losing a victim was on his face.
Suresh uncle took me to another uncle's house after duty. Told everything that happened.
"I can not carry this burden. I have no other relatives, so take him to any other place," was his sarcastic reply. But he had to take me with him on Suresh uncle's masked slap and police language..
Then it was really a trial period and my nights ended in tears in that misery. The mind is brought to desire for new life goals. But many things dragged me back and I told my desires only to a torn piece. In the meantime, the Class X examination was over. The uncle immediately took the wolf to a distant relative's workshop and got rid of a large liability on his head. He worked there as a slave and he had a great desire to give me a salary of ten rupees a day. Even today, when I see ten rupees, I am very happy and relieved.
Sir .. Sir ..
Ng .. I mooed. The driver is when the eye rubs
The people in the car are standing outside ..
Passengers thought the driver had parked the car at the regular shop to freshen up after drinking tea. But when I got out and saw the bed of the car, I caught the thing. A little further on lies a Bolero Max. It descends one side of the road and slopes slightly. Because the Bolero man who saw the arrival of our car had parked the car in order to save his life. The work layer is tilted down into a small pit.
When my companions pushed the car into the road, I proved once again that I was a helper and a generous person.
The train started again .. It has been three days since I started my journey to Nepal and my eyes slipped into drowsiness due to its exhaustion. And the mind went backwards again.
This escape is not to make money and to defeat anyone.
To know the earth ... to know the love of fellow human beings ... to let go of the burden of orphanhood and to fly in the sky of infinite freedom ...
I deleted the thought that I am an orphan from my mind by the realization of that all are born and died alone. The thought of how lucky I was then pushed me forward again. This is because many orphans are living in the dark, battling deadly diseases and begging to be mutilated. In that country, I chose what I thought was good from the experience that taught me to live by accepting the desires of the mind in the way of the good, to see the good in anything. I want to see the good experiences that have made me bigger than the losses that have occurred. Better a poor horse than no horse at all.
Sir ...
Sir ..
And ..When the driver knocked again, I woke up .. The car had reached Kathmandu ... I got out of the car with my bag and looked around .. Yes, I have now crossed my first international border and become a world traveler.. yes i am also a Globetrotter now..
Some of those who came with me were standing in the nearest tea shop .. I also went up for a cup of tea. After a short discussion, I really liked the surprise of those around me. because their opinion was that the driver was a tiger cub. he just reached a 6 hours travel within 4 hours..
Now I have to go to Tamel ..
There seems to be a taxi going to the hotel.. that car ready to leave with me towards my new visions and missions..