By Sunil Subedi, Damak, Jhapa
A boy named Arun Aacharya used to live with his parents in
Birtamod. His dad Mr. Bijay Aacharya owned a department store in town, and had
a dream that somday his son Arun would handle the store. But Arun was deviated
from his father’s dream. He was not much of his dad’s kind of guy, he loved
music and always wanted to be in musical field. He used to make his own
compositions and perform them in front of his friends and in college, he would
do part time job in a hotel, the only place where he could show up himself in
music. But Mr. Bijay didn’t like that part of Arun, and his mom Mrs. Saradha
also always agreed with Mr. Bijay. In this case they often talked at
cross-purposes.
Mr. Bijay often used to say Arun “instead of moping around
all the time, you should come to the store, the only thing I have and you have
to look after it.”
Mr. Bijay never leaved it up to Arun to use his discretion. But
Arun had two friends Dev and Yaman and his love Aachal who would always support
him. Dev and Yaman were brothers who grew up with Arun, Aachal was met in
college. All four of them were at the same college in management field. Dev and
Yaman’s dad Mr. Sanjiv Bhattarai was in a shoes business in the valley, Kathmandu.
Aachal’s dad Mr. Yagyaraj khanal was a writer. Boys were planning to go to Kathmandu with
their dad after graduating, so they could support him in business. Aachal too wanted
to engage in some kind of job at the same city, Dev and Yaman were planning to
go. But Arun was hallow with no plans, he couldn’t do things he felt for
because his parents wouldn’t let him. He was losing his mind, and it was there
final year. The one last year of the college.
