I never saw her again
"Aava, Aava!!" "Haven't you got ready yet?" The shriller female voice yet rude and loveless disconnected me from the depth of the most relaxing sleep, at my own home, after a week long tour organized by my college. "Aava, Hurry up!!" The voice, much louder this time, hit me directly into my eardrum, which in turn forced my eyelids to open up widely. I got up from my bed, went to the window, and parted the curtain sideways. When I finished rubbing my eyes, the blurred images right in front of my eyes slowly started getting focused. A fat women, in a vulgar ripped jeans and in overly dramatic makeovers, was standing impatiently outside the building right next to ours where Mr. and Mrs. Khadka used to reside, at least until I waved them a good bye earlier that day when I left for the tour. I was still wondering why that rude women had been yelling out so loud when my mom too yelled from the kitchen upstairs, "Shuva, wake up son!! It...