Dear Chhoree,
When I was a little boy
I, too, asked the same question to your grandmother
Why the wind was howling
As if the wind had gathered
the group of wolfs from Paaree Paakhaa
And had crossed Dhayaangre Kholaa
Paddy Field
The Baglung Highway
To dance around our house!
Unlike the house, we are living
The house I lived in
Used to invite the wind into the house
Through uncovered windows
And I often complained to your grandfather
For not securing the house
Simultaneously,
I had complained Kaaski Kot Hill and Maachhaapuchhre
For not stopping the wind
There was a day
Your grandfather had to leave us,
The village,
The city,
The country
To earn and to feed the family!
I wished he was always with us
Like Kaaski Kot Hill and Maachhaapuchhre!
I, too, used to make wishes
That rather sounded silly, unfeasible!
I was still blessed
And was always cocooned in your grandmother's lap,
The safest house on earth!
Dear Chhoree,
This wind is here and will come again
Perhaps, it is encouraging us to be brave
To be strong
To be expressive!
Don't be scared of the wind like I used to
Ha Ha Ha! Yes, my little girl,
Once upon a time, I was a little boy!
- Nisprabh Saji
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