Mamoo was so wound up about me sailing through SLC in division first, she undertook every way to get me in the handpicked college she could from all her sources. As myself was bit thrilled but truly not excited as I was encompassing fun and stupidity at its best during those long vacation. "You got admission at Mayo College Girl's School,-Ajmer, Rajasthan" mamoo sounded so energized like it was her admission, not mine. Rajasthan? I, in its place, felt like I was enrolled, in some boney college in desert sand dunes? She further tried to amuse me, "you are the only Nepalese girl admitted there. It's so hard to get owned up there but you were lucky". Shit! That scared like a nightmare, no home girls? Mamoo, you must be kidding, don't do this to me!! I made a frowny face and looked-how-hard-I'm-trying-to-act cool. I held my head in my hands and tried to imagine how I would be in a deserted land. Mamoo was fellow Indian who got hitched with dad-a Nepalese, for that reason Indian way of life was not so novel to me implying I could cope with the culture shock but it was the entire about me being the only Nepalese girl there. Before mamoo turned the door handle, she paused, in her words, "just to confirm the obvious, Only one Nepalese guy got admitted in Mayo College (Boy) ". Like that crafts everything so unfussy and discrete. Blew out a long breathe and I sacked the bed. After a summer of sleeping in or doing things on your time, the alarm bell announcing that starting day of school could be a rude awakening. Dread it or love it, you gotta go to school.

As days surpassed, I started making sure that every bag is labeled with a contact address and telephone number, making a list of what I had packed in each bag, checking the limit for the weight of the bags, taking some small knick-knacks of home (photographs of friends or family). Mamoo spent days doing several kinds of shopping, even pickles and sweets, moms!! All these were there, but astoundingly, I was not excited at all about leaving my home town.

The day of my going away. Everything was quite gray and dreary, looked like possibly some rain. I'd go and sit on the balcony at the Terminal at Tribhuwan Airport, directly under one of the speakers. Mamoo hastily came and like life attempted to repeat itself annoyingly, introduced me with a mysterious young man-the only Nepalese guy at Mayo she pointed out prior. At the outset, I didn't glimpse at him directly but when I did, I sort of felt butterflies in my stomach. I still remember my first "pure bi moment". I was instantly awestruck to him, especially because I had (always have) a particular liking for the angry look -a hunk of a man. The catch-22 was "people get attracted instantly to external appearance and later repent" or on the positive side "sentiment is formed when attraction, wish and submission to action combine together in human". Who would care then? I didn't!

To Be Continued...

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Great experience Peachy...all of us have some sort of similar experience as of yours...THank you for sharing it with us...

Great experience Peachy...all of us have some sort of similar experience as of yours...THank you for sharing it with us...

thanx for sharing your experience. and great writing peachy........ have you thought of becoming a writer??

impressive writing .. ! highly appreciated .!

Presuming you went there, which batch you were in Peachy? Enjoyed your narration.

loved it... nice naration and is there some part of ur story hidden in it as well.. hehe.. just asking... keep it rolling peachy..;)

tsk tsk peachy. licking the wounds of unrequitted love, eh. but if it is any compensation, i liked your story..

(I didn't know Mayo Girls exist too. Sweet confessions there. Yeh reminds me of the tele serial 'Neev'. Your story is syrupy and exciting, specially when you are describing your prince. Sweet.

Peachy:

I'm certain that I know you. I sent an e-mail hoping you still use it. Passing the time for your reply :)

Still waiting Peachy

Thin Lazy dijju(I assume ), thanks to bring it up again.
Peachy dijju, beautiful.....Are you talking about AR or PS ( The Prince)?
My Indian frens were crazy about them.
Anyways, my long time hello to all Mayoites Diijjus and Bahinis out here.
I miss the icecream at Tandoori Cafe(yeah tat was it). The place was yuckie but that was the only one we had in whole Ajmer at that time...

oh ! how did I miss this thread ! I must have been hibernating from sajha those days. That's heart-touching story Peachy-Jee and combination of your story and those pictures reminded me hindi movie "Mohabbatein".

....."What? When did you roll up? All is fine?" mamoo called out. "Mammo Don’t send me off away from home. I can't live with no you. I want to be here with you" I broke open into tears. Mamoo had her arms around me so closely. Mamoo always buffered, protected, and watched out for me........

I can't believe I was full of tears while going through these lines. No matter how old we are, our mom is always there to protect us. Thanks mom !

Thanks ThinLazy for bringing this thread up and today is the perfect day to read this great story. :-) Thanks again.
Peachy-Jee, waiting for another one.

Bhaute

Very interesting story - well written and presented with a fine touch of glitz and glamour :P Thanks for sharing.

(Out of sheer curiosity around what year is the story based - approx)

Why you asking that Cappy? You too a Mayoite.....Nahiiiiiiiiiiiiii.Next Nepali George Fernandez?????

Nice narration with full of colorful words..for my eyes and thoughts were endowed a vivid story of pain, happiness, culture, and love all binded together in thin foil so called heart.
Happy Valentine's Day everyone.

Just loved it
super awesomeeee!!!
hapi valentines day:D

Interesting...reminded me of my own college days :)

sndy-jee, hope my jiju and cousin don't read your postings. :-)

Of course he reads it..so what?? He really loves reading my posts k :) So don't worry hai...Thanks for the concern though :)

A nice piece! What a coincidence, I was happened to read on v'day. Did you really left that place?