I met my sister for lunch. We couldn’t eat our tiffin. She finally broke the uncomforting silence. “OYS! Tyasma khelauna haroo cha hola hai?” “Khoi! Banduk raicha bhane k garne?” I set the stage for horror. “Tyo! Rajen dai lai bolaune ni! Police bhako k kaam?” I finally felt safer. I munched on the Jam and Bread our mom had packed for us so lovingly with the diagonal cut, just the way we liked it. The afternoon whizzed by. And before we knew it, we were back home for afternoon meal. We sat down in the “pirkas” while our older sister served us Quaati and rice with fried egg on the side. We had barely begun to eat when we heard a loud thud at the main door. The hustle bustle of uncanny happiness besieged our house. My older sister ran outside in ecstasy. We stayed there unable to eat, converse, and very frightened on what was about to unfold. The man with the black case was here and we were about to meet him. We ran to our sister’s room and hid behind the door and peeked outside. He looked exactly like the photograph except he wasn’t that tall. He beared a moustache, but his broad features were prominent. The excitement slowly subsided as the family huddled around the stranger from the picture. We had assumed that he’d leave the black briefcase and be on his merry way. Our worst fears had been answered. Maami shouted on top of her lungs “Oys Oys! Makuri! Chado yeta aaoo. La hera! Ko aako cha?” We had no escape. With hearts in our mouth, we approached the stranger “ohoo! Katro thul thula bhayechan yini haroo ta!” He responded as if he’d seen us before. We stood there nervous, embarrassed and slightly scared. He went over his suitcase and gave each of the most delicious of candies we’d ever had. Madise le bacha haroo lai chocolate diyera lattayera lancha. Maami had warned us. But he was not such. I could tell or else Mom and my older sisters wouldn’t be so happy. He further gave us a sketch book of mickey mouse and a box full of crayons. Our color of dreams had just come true. “la aroo pachi..la ek chin rest garnus hajur!” My mom asked us to finish our food. By late evening, I was on cloud nine with so many toys the man had got for us. I began to like the man again, and I stole a look at his sideburns. I vowed that I’d have such sideburns when I grew up. As the evening wore into the night, I suddenly remembered about the black leather briefcase. Among the mayhem, I frantically searched for it and spotted it at the corner of the room. I went up to my mami and pulled her hand and dragged her to it. “K bhayo Oys? Yo man paryo?” She wondered. “hoina hoina! Yo bhitra k raicha herne!” She reluctantly agreed “aba sabai khelauna pai sakis ta! Aba k chaiyo?” A shivering chill went down my spine as she opened the case and I shut my eyelids again. I could hear my heart about to explode. “Oys! Oys!” My mom asked “la topi raicha” I opened my eyes. I searched every corner of the bag. Except for loose paper, diary and some regular stationary, there was nothing suspicious. I felt uneasy feeling guilty staring at the cap that had letters MSU imprinted. I heard my sister ask the man “ Daddy, Daddy! Hami pani America jane. Hami pani Montana jane!” The man known as Daddy laughed aloud happily. “aaba, afai thulo hune, ani jane!” “boru sanibar ramailo mela jaaula.” He took one of the albums and flipped through the pages and stopped “yesari banduk hanna paincha! Oys! Jane ho ramailo mela?"