Mamoo was so wound up about me sailing through SLC in division first, she undertook every way to get me in the handpicked college she could from all her sources. As myself was bit thrilled but truly not excited as I was encompassing fun and stupidity at its best during those long vacation. "You got admission at Mayo College Girl's School,-Ajmer, Rajasthan" mamoo sounded so energized like it was her admission, not mine. Rajasthan? I, in its place, felt like I was enrolled, in some boney college in desert sand dunes? She further tried to amuse me, "you are the only Nepalese girl admitted there. It's so hard to get owned up there but you were lucky". Shit! That scared like a nightmare, no home girls? Mamoo, you must be kidding, don't do this to me!! I made a frowny face and looked-how-hard-I'm-trying-to-act cool. I held my head in my hands and tried to imagine how I would be in a deserted land. Mamoo was fellow Indian who got hitched with dad-a Nepalese, for that reason Indian way of life was not so novel to me implying I could cope with the culture shock but it was the entire about me being the only Nepalese girl there. Before mamoo turned the door handle, she paused, in her words, "just to confirm the obvious, Only one Nepalese guy got admitted in Mayo College (Boy) ". Like that crafts everything so unfussy and discrete. Blew out a long breathe and I sacked the bed. After a summer of sleeping in or doing things on your time, the alarm bell announcing that starting day of school could be a rude awakening. Dread it or love it, you gotta go to school. As days surpassed, I started making sure that every bag is labeled with a contact address and telephone number, making a list of what I had packed in each bag, checking the limit for the weight of the bags, taking some small knick-knacks of home (photographs of friends or family). Mamoo spent days doing several kinds of shopping, even pickles and sweets, moms!! All these were there, but astoundingly, I was not excited at all about leaving my home town. The day of my going away. Everything was quite gray and dreary, looked like possibly some rain. I'd go and sit on the balcony at the Terminal at Tribhuwan Airport, directly under one of the speakers. Mamoo hastily came and like life attempted to repeat itself annoyingly, introduced me with a mysterious young man-the only Nepalese guy at Mayo she pointed out prior. At the outset, I didn't glimpse at him directly but when I did, I sort of felt butterflies in my stomach. I still remember my first "pure bi moment". I was instantly awestruck to him, especially because I had (always have) a particular liking for the angry look -a hunk of a man. The catch-22 was "people get attracted instantly to external appearance and later repent" or on the positive side "sentiment is formed when attraction, wish and submission to action combine together in human". Who would care then? I didn't! To Be Continued...