Dashain Dakshina
Papa and I have been walking partners for a long, long time now. Maybe having no means of transport at home pushed us together to take long walks. Nonetheless, we have both enjoyed each others’ company while walking. Both being non-conversationalists, our walks are often silent. We both keeping walking on long roads and murmur little somethings along the way but we never have long conversations. It is easier for us, however, to rant about random things. Papa sometimes tells me of how Mum always says one thing or the other to bother him. Sometimes, Papa tells me fondly of how he used to steal honey as a child and eat it to his heart’s content. Also, there are days when Papa tells me how it is getting a bit hard for him because of all the expenses that need to be covered. Also, on some days he tells me how he’d love it really well if either me or my brother learnt how to ride a scooter. At that I’d argue back: “But then, we’d rarely walk and I’d hate it, Papa.” He’d just smile and say,...