With disheveled hair, ruffled tie, wrinkled and wet school uniform � exhibiting rebellion and youthful exuberance�we waited by the stationary in Ganesthan waiting for the rain to subside. It had been a long day at school. Vehicles skidded on the road splashing mud and water indifferently to the helpless pedestrians. Streets flooded bringing the pungent smell of sewage for the lack of proper drainage. Monsoon consequences were inevitable in Kathmandu in summer. �Oyss! Pani rokela jasto chaina. Chiya khana jaam ?� Suraj proposed and I readily concurred. The smell of freshly fried samosas and chops were too hard to resist. We killed time over the hearty meal talking about mundane stuff. Suraj was such a good company. It was his last year at school. It would be lonesome in the busstop from next year. �J hoss! Ramailo bhanya school life mai garnu parcha� he would say once in a while. He became my instant role model when I saw him once , light a ciggie by short circuiting which had absolutely fascinated me. As we got out of the �bhojanalaya� rain had subsided limiting itself to a teasing drizzle. By the time we got to gahana pokhari, clouds roared once more. Rain began to beat down us. Usually we�d run for cover, but Suraj trotted lazily saying �Hyaa! Bholi sukrabar ta ho ni.� The very thought of Friday gave such ample relief in weekdays. I agreed with him looking up in the sky enjoying the showerly blessings. It did feel good once in a while to get totally drenched. ****** �La hera� My mom greeted me at the door �pheri nitrukka bhijera aayecha. Yesari pani ma bhijis bhane ta birami hudainas?� My mom made a reasonable argument. �Bholi sukrabar ta ho ni� was my weak reply. �la la! Chado luga ferera khaja khana aaija�. She gave me a quizzical look after I told that I had already eaten. �jaha payo tyehi nakha bhaneko hoina. Garmi ma jhada banta lage pachi matrai chetchas taile� she sighed. �la ja luga ferr ta chado. Ma chiya leidinchu." Sipping warm cup of tea of mechi special and a creamy donut from �Krishna pauroti� breathed a new life onto me. After aimless thoughts for a while, reluctantly, I reached for my �20 kg� school bag. There was tons of tedious hw due the next day. �Hyaa Friday pani hw� I said to myself as if Friday were not a schoolday. �Saprasanga Byakhya gara!� I read aloud and got an instant headache. I was in no mood to write though I loved writing Nepali more than anything at the time. Suddenly, the lights went out and the neighbors cheered �loadshedding� �AHH!� I perked up. �Aaja loadshedding po� I stayed in the dark sipping my tea wondering where to start. My sisters stamped down the stairs to claim the only emergency light we had nextdoor. I hated using it. I was always a candle light person. :) I reached for my little portable FM radio which maami had won in a pack of �everest toothpaste.� FM had made waves in Kathmandu especially to the teens since its recent induction. Bon jovi�s �always� was playing. Suddenly I wanted to do trigonometry. I wonder why maths and music blend together so well. ....contd.