Dear Sajah frens, here we go again Contd........... Recap-- Once I asked about him. He said that he is from a remote village of Gorkha. His father left for India last year. His only elder brother of 16 is " Maobadi" and lives in jungle. Once he also joined his brother but he ran away after 2 days. He has only a mother in village. --------------------- Kanchha and his dreams-II ---------------------- He was brought in Kathmandu by his cousin who works nearby in another house. Watching T.V., eating Mo. Mo., and looking tall buildings tempted him to come here. He told he was very happy to see gas stove, refrigerator, phone, TV and he feel proud to say that he has spoken over phone sometimes. He turns his face down and makes pale if someone asks whether hs misses his mother and father. His silence expresses how he feels and speaks more than thousand words. Last week, there was a small party. It was Dhiraj's birthday. His friends were there with cards and gifts wearing clean and colourful dresses. Kanchha was serving them. Dhiraj and his friends were playing and laughing. Kanchha was unable to understand their language. The other night I compared these two innocent kids where one is struggling to survive and other one is enjoying his childhood. I found a big gap between these two tenders; both the pillars of the country and the nation builders of the tomorrow. There are thousands of Kanchhas or even worse than him who are dying every moment to live, toiling every second to hand to mouth. The very next morning when I was ready for college I saw Kanchha's charming face He was sweeping he gave me a smile as usual. "Have you enjoyed yesterday's party?" Simply I asked. He said nothing after sometime when I was about to move he said seriously " Daai, I also want to celebrate my birthday." His last sentence made me think a lot. The End ---------- Thansk for reading Please leave ur comments ----------------------