The Day My Cry Had Been Paid Off

Even if we migrated from the village to Dharan, my village is still in my heart where I was born and spent my childhood. I completed my secondary level education from there. I enjoyed a lot during those days which I never felt in Dharan and Where I am now. I always miss my village. However, we migrated we still have our lands in the village because we haven´t sold that because of the love of the village.

In life, so many things are happening every single day whereas we remember some of them which touch our hearts and we forget the rest of them. As our lives, every house has its own story. I have one from my childhood.

I think I was in class four. My father was sick at that time. We had spent a lot of money for his treatment. There was no more money left over. So, we had to sell our pair of oxen for his further treatment. In those days, I used to go for cattle rearing. I had the deep connection with them because I treated them as my family members.  For this reason, I was shocked by the decision of selling our oxen.  The oxen were bought by our grandfather.

One morning, a servant of my grandfather came to take our oxen. My mother told me to give some good bidding food to the oxen. As she told I did. Then she told me to go with them to show the way and bid them. As she said, I went even though my heart was already heavy. When I went some far away from the house with them I started crying but I couldn´t say anything with the servant of my grandfather. Then I returned back.

Few days back, while I was returning from the school, my mother told me that our oxen were in our barn. My grandfather returned them. I was so happy listening to that. I came to know later my grandfather returned them because his servant told him that I was crying. So my crying was so meaningful that I got back my oxen.

Sometimes, this incident hunt my mind and I become so nostalgic.