I am like a material which gets parceled in and out of my country. It does not make a difference, to the wide majority of people, if I was here to increase the population of Nepal for several days. Everyone is busy with whatever daily activities that they are doing. I come at a time when friends and family are so engaged in what they do, that it breaks my heart to ask them to stop doing that routine to spend some time with me. I don’t complain. I love the silence, the self satisfaction of doing something so peacefully that it makes me reach another dimension of life.
Life of a TCK is very simple. Your country seems to be a vacation spot. It’s my appearance most probably, the side bag that I always carry around my hips, gives a false illusion. The shopkeepers ask me if I want stones and I have actually been successful in making everyone believe that I am a tourist in my own country. I carry that side bag for three reasons, a) to keep my belongings b) to have enough space for something that I like to buy and c) to make the false illusion. I actually like the extra attention that people give. I have always been receiving it since I was a kid in different areas of the world.
My last day is mixed with emotions of guilt, anticipation and my appetite suddenly increases to a certain extent. The reason for the later is the fact that my self- conscious mind makes a good point; I can’t enjoy this food from tomorrow so let’s gulp as much food as possible. My weight always invariably increases over the vacation.
Garden of Dreams was the last stop in my map. Who says that this place is solely used for snuggling? Yeah sure, it is actually a hub for couples and if you are one of them, there is a private spot for you guys, you just need to climb several steps to reach there. Dragging my mat and elbow rester, I reached the center. The natural beauty that beholds you is amazing, add the music of the birds and water flowing nearby, it does make you wander is this heaven after all? I had to drag myself from there, it was not easy to say goodbye.
Summarizing my stay in Nepal in one sentence, I would have to say, extremely peaceful and self sedating. Starting from the Health Camps that I stayed in and the catching up with old DAV friends to the time when I went to My Republica to attend the chit chat session. Each and every memory gets stored in the fun side of the brain; making memories like theses which gets automatically stored up without any memorizations are the ones that last longer.
I am very much addicted to my country, my people and my family. I will miss the people, the variety of faces, the variety of dialogues and their unending battle to survive in one of the poorest countries in the world. I will miss the occasional fights by couples in the local bus or the time when I had to travel in a microbus with more than 30 people. I will miss the patients, that described their symptoms in pure Nepali, I will miss the way I tried to counsel them for a diseases, It’s a new experience overall. I will even miss the stuffy smell in the roads that throw unconditional house waste, It’s my country, it’s my pride and no matter how anyone try to undermine it by calling the roads, or the garbage management poor , I will always appreciate the good’s and the worst of my country without any bias.
[You Can Check Out the picture of Garden of Dreams in my FB page.]