Where earth meets sky!

" She was beautiful, her Anarkali Kurtha " suited her. 

that's looked very elegant in black colour. all eyes in her.

 

Aswin was behind walking on road wiht her, and make little 

bit effort to caught her . 

She kept a large bag full of vegetables.

Aswin, "I thought you getting tired of carrying a bag, can I help you?".

He propsed. Her long black polished nail such sharped, 

what's for reason? "don't know why girl give interest on 

a nail" If I say something wrong she could skatch for that  reason, oh. Aswin thought.

She, "Did I tell you? and who's knows you take away my 

bag"? 

She gave him straight forward answer. They were 

walking withtogher. The 

sun already reached near gaint hills , in

west. the red colour was painted in the sky as the way 

alike the Artist was playing with the colours in canvas 

and about to finish. 

Aswin, "Can't we become street passing  friends"? 

 "Yes". She replied.

 She tried to walk a little bit fast, like a deer gazing grass 

in full of exciment . White silver "Pauju" were rounded 

in on her 

foot. thats's tickling.

 "Where are you going", the girl said. 

Aswin, "I want to go near the mountain near that Horizen. 

 It was hard to meet walking with her.

 "Oh, then you’re a tourist, she replied. 

 "Did I tell you"?, Aswin  replied. 

full of cheer was blushing in his cheek. That  same 

answer girl threw him a time ago. 

 "Okey then", Girl replied. 

Her hand could be a bench, but she was keeping bag on 

it. that he wasn't expecting the way conversation goanna finish. 

 "Isn't this way to go Gauri chock?", Aswin said.

 "yes", she replied. 

She seemed angry about the previous answer. 

Her voice had changed over husky. 

 "I'm going there", he replied. 

 "Then take this bag", she gave her bag. That road 

was uneasy to walk, thick and sharp stone roped even 

wearing shoes that's could not help.

 “Who is this babu”?, one man shouted while he was 

loading grass from yard. His “Doko” was about to packed 

with grass.

 “He is my brother just came from Kathmandu”, she said. 

 After a few passes, “Who came from Kathmandu”?, Aswin said.

 “Din’t you come from Kathmandu”? She replied.

 “yes”, he said. 

 “And my name is Aswin”, he said. 

 ‘Vau Vau” One dog barked toward him. 

 “Oh, that dog recognized you”?, She said in a teasing tone. 

She bitted her lips and smile. 

 I didn't have to tell her my name unless she asked. He 

thought

 “Oh, look that’s Gauri “chook”?, She said. 

 She took her bag and gone.

 -----Next day---

 In the morning, the sun has been already 

in the high with light and bright. Bird’s crinkling heard 

up to the branches of the tree, Cow and calf were gazing 

at their morning meals. Goats “mayy mayy” irritant 

everyone. 

“Why doesn’t somebody make it stop”, Aswin mourned. 

 After that One Cock raised his voice “cokcok” 

with flapping wings hardly, that he was ready to take flight. 

One old-aged woman asked him to get up ready for the 

morning breakfast. Chiya and two slice of bread placed 

in table,

 "Sir take it" , old lady asked.

 

Beside of Gauri chock that 2-store bamboo cottage hotel 

was standing. Villagers were gathering near the 

“Chautaro”, that's middle of the four subways of village. 

 “What’s that pomp let?”, A grow up man said.

that was sketching in the “Barr” tree in that “Chautaro”. 

 “It’s going to happen program next day”, One man said.

was holding that  paper pomplet.

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