"Dai...are you from Kathmdandu?" I had heard her voice when i was walking down the unpaved short trail which led to my factory desperately looking for a bottle of coke and a little company. I looked behind, and saw this young girl in a saree...which was probably a uniform of Tandi College. I nodded and smiled and she smiled back too. She had a small purse hanging down her shoulders and a pair of books clutched tightly under her soaking armpits. Soon we became friends...and I called her Neema bahini. The bandh was for three days and I had a hard time walking back and forth everyday, but then Neema was always there for company....she talked without pause .....most of them limited to new released movies and boys in her class. When she was through with talking, I would know what rajesh hamal and karishma manandhar ate for supper. 'Dai....do you like Salman Khan?" She oftened ask me. I almost told her one day that with a body like his, he would better be Hanuman khan, but seeing her devotion and presuming a violent reaction that would come thereafter...I just smile and nodded. Soon the bandh was over and Neema would take a small minibus to Tandi everyday. It was then I made a terrible mistake, I offered her a ride with me everyday I went to work.... More to come...