I didn't want to brook it anymore and without pointing toward further, settled on to set packing back home. I detested myself being there any longer simply because I thought the worst way to miss someone was to be sitting right beside them but knowing you can't have them and will never see them again. As I was packing up my bits and pieces, Suchitra ma'am tiped me off "Now be sure, You have to start over again if you had to come back. You alert of that?" I candidly replied "Yes, I am". Girls were upset why I brawled to leave. Sitting alongside, they were expecting for the rationale behind. I made do to say "Missed my mom" to the two goons, who I hated at that point of time. I was expecting my boorish behavior to not stimulate them in the least bit. I didn't yearn to see self-styled ‘Prince' for a second time. No! I didn't. Rather than saying whatever thing, I was set down to the silence outside and in my head. The only thing I could ask for my part was, "What just happened?" I took taxicab from Tribhuwan Airport to my address. "What? When did you roll up? All is fine?" mamoo called out. "Mammo Don’t send me off away from home. I can't live with no you. I want to be here with you" I broke open into tears. Mamoo had her arms around me so closely. Mamoo always buffered, protected, and watched out for me. It was my first time I was watered, fed, admired, stroked, and expected to grow on my own. I was allowed to discover the world and my place in it. I failed it appallingly. To make it ring out cool, mamoo hollered "who wants to have Gundpak from New Road?". Right! My head ticked, as it was prone to ticking when the universe demanded absolute stillness. I could witness myself in the full-size rhombus mirror in my room. He marshaled right over to my world. How tricky it was for him to commune over so many platforms! What made me finish off he understood my profile? I inferred I had possession of him. I inferred he could only be in love with me seeing as he was my homewards guy. I inferred I appeared better than rest girls, lighter skin texture perhaps, which will engender a feeling of him as mine. I thought I was eye-catchier enough to be treasured by Prince than other two girls. How did I overlook the foremost frontage "Love sees with the heart and not the mind; therefore, winged cupid is painted blind." I was blind. I was duhed! Oh Well