Dibya and O. Lee

O. Lee had come back from Australia. His 5-year-old self did not understand the intricate politics of getting a Permanent Resident status as a Nepali in the foreign land but his parents had dedicated half of their life for fulfilling that very purpose. Now, he was back in his parents’ lands in search of his identity and the process led him to meet Dibya, his cousin.

O. Lee and Dibya were left in the living room to play as their continued their talk in the adjacent room. Dibya suggested they play with the building blocks first. O. Lee agreed. Given his power as an older child amongst the two, he started designing the structure. Dibya wanted to help, so she gave O. Lee a 2×3 rectangular piece. O. Lee took the piece and yeeted it away. He declared in his Australian-accented Nepali, “tyo pardaina. I don’t need it.” Dibya found the accent amusing. She giggled.

O. Lee was the designer of the building. He asked Dibya for the pieces that he needed. She obeyed without hesitation and did what he asked. 2 minutes in. A certain shape was starting to show. The work needed patience and effort. It was a grand design after all. 5 minutes in. Almost done. 7 minutes. A grand white tower soared the skies of their living room from the ground up. The masterpiece that O. Lee had envisioned and Dibya had helped built. “What should we name it?” Dibya asked in excitement. She knew she could not propose a name herself – it would be beyond her place to do that. O. Lee thought for a while and declared, “Haradhara.”

The duo took some time to admire the monument. They stood up and took a few steps back and started going round in circles, observing the structure from all possible angles, firstly, to find any flaws and, secondly, to worship the brilliance of their labor. They knew that it would be perfect beforehand and the inspection only doubled their conviction.

Dibya looked at O. Lee, “what do we do now?”. O. Lee took a teddy bear lying on the sofa and smashed the monument into pieces. Dibya giggled.

Life went on.

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