They will come and
Bliss us!
They will come and
Animate us!
They will come and
Resume us!
They will come
So, we decorate our abode!
They will come
So, I go for fishing!
They will come
So, she bakes cake!
They will come and
Make us vibrant! Nascent!
We are waiting for them
Year after year................
They will come.........
Bathe us with music and chortle......
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
They will come and
Bliss us!
They will come and
Animate us!
They will come and
Resume us!
They will come
So, we decorate our abode!
They will come
So, I go for fishing!
They will come
So, she bakes cake!
They will come and
Make us vibrant! Nascent!
We are waiting for them
Year after year................
They will come.........
Bathe us with music and chortle......
Dedicated to Uncle Harka Bahadur Thapa. I met him three years back in Samrung (a village in Udalguri district of Assam,India). He was of 91 years. He came to this village at the age of seven with his father from a village of present Dargeeling in search fertile agricultural land. At that time entire area was full of jungle, they struggle a lot to establish their village with five families (now it is 120). Uncle Hraka Bahadur realizes later on, that even though he has good agricultural earning, he had no education. So, he gave outmost priority to educate his two son (the only children), they achieve it, well establish themselves and stay in abroad, working there. When I met him, both of them (Uncle Harka Bahadur and his wife) were very busy with preparation to welcome their sons, daughter in-law and grandchild; after twenty years they are visiting Samrung. Still I remember their smiling face! Truly waiting for children to see their smile is something different........
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