Just five days were remaining for Nepalese new year 2006 Bikram
Sambat, I began a journey for the home village, thinking to join
enjoying new year day on April fourteenth , because of last mediation
of second last grand aunt (MailiFupu) would be ended on tenth of this
month.
I thought to go to home by local bus which would be convenient
economically whether a uncle had taken a ticket of express bus for the
same destination. When I reached at the bus station within twenty
minutes from my room, I saw there tourists taking advises policemen. I
took the photos by my mobile phone thinking they are also beginning
their trek for remote place of Nepal and directly enquiring about the
places. After a while I had also known that the pick pocketers had
stolen important documents like money and passport of the tourists.
How bad it was! They quickly canceled their travel for Jiri.
After an hour in thirty kilometers the bus stopped. There were many
stopping buses in a long que. I met the uncle just below from
Dhulikhel, who was on separate supper bus. After two hours stopping
all buses started to move, very shortly ahead of my bus, a driver of
another one superior bus lost the control, the bus had near to fall
from the hilly road. We were seeing a minute race of the driver that
fortunately he had succeed to save the bus, at last ahead two wheels
left the road and bus stayed near road on blocked position. Luckily
nobody became injured. The drivers of mine and uncle buses were
telling that was the guilty of the driver, who had been very high
speed for the new bus on turning road.. But many passengers were
telling, "Well done driver!", who had been making high force to save
whole passengers and got succeed.
I usually reached at home at eighteen but at this terming at twenty-three.
Next day was Grand Aunt last remembrance after her funeral, but I
also got mother was too sick.
April Tenth, 2009,
Grand Aunt remembrance terminated. Mother became much sick. We
thought to take her to hospital. She spoke as she was on normal.
April Eleventh, 2009
Father ordered to plough the field for pop corn, I did so. I ploughed
too by the bullocks at April twelfth.
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