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ONE BEDROOM FLAT... & One Extra ...
As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in Software Engineer
and joined a company based in
I arrived in the
was in the place where I want to be. I decided I would be staying in this
country for about five years in which time I would have earned enough money to settle down in
My father was a government employee and after his retirement, the only
asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat.
I wanted to do some thing more than him. I started feeling homesick and
lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and speak to my parents
every week using cheap international phone cards. Two years passed, two years of Burgers at McDonald's and pizzas and discos and 2 years watching the foreign exchange rate getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.
Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have only 10 days
of holidays and everything must be done within these 10 days. I got my
ticket booked in the cheapest flight. Was jubilant and was actually
enjoying shopping for gifts for all my friends back home. If I miss anyone
then there will be talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through all the photographs of girls and as the time was getting shorter I was forced to select one candidate. In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get married in 2-3 days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After the marriage, it was time to return to
My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she started
feeling lonely. The frequency of calling
sometimes 3 times a week. Our savings started diminishing. After two more years we started to have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl, were gifted to us by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked me to come to
After couple more years passed away, much to my children's dislike and my wife's joy we returned to Nepal to settle down. I started to look for a
suitable property, but to my dismay my savings were short and the property prices had gone up during all these years. I had to return to the
Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an American and my son was happy living in
Sometimes I wondered was it worth all this? My father, even after staying in Nepal, had a house to his name and I too have the same nothing more.
I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.
Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing. This damned
cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these children are losing their values and culture because of it. I get occasional cards from my children asking I am alright. Well at least they remember me.
Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will be
performing my last rights, God Bless them. But the question still remains
'was all this worth it?'
Please search for an answer...... ......... .!!!!