Oys, "Hyaa hoina! sachikai rocket. prithvi bhanda baira jane rocket!" I reminded her the gravity of my lofty aim. So scared of a urban myth on mystical Babas and a heart to explore the unknowns beyond the world. I too knew that I will outgrow this fear one day. Come back again and bring back the Monsoon drum-roll on the corn fields. Now a days, the torrents on the the concrete are dull thuds.