face of a nepalese boy
on a recent business trip to nepal we had a strange encounter with a nepalese boy…
he didn’t stop following us on the streets…at first we didn’t mind…he was a kid so why bother. he followed and talked to us at the same time…told us to ask him questions about america…we did. he had an answer to everything. we thought he would ask for money its just a matter of time but he didn’t…he kept following us everywhere we went. we tried to ignore him…maybe he would give up.
he was a good looking young boy and smart…we met a lot of boys like him on the streets of nepal begging for money and once you put your hand in your pocket…than like bees…others follow.
but this boy was different…i listened to everything he said but still pretended to ignore him…he talked about the history of europe and america…geography…animals habitats…his english was impeccable. he kept a constant eye contact so not to lose us. when we crossed the street he almost got ran over by a car…we tried to disappear at some point…few seconds later he would show up. it’s funny but i admired his persistence.
it was in the afternoon…i assumed he was about ten years old and in school…other wise how would he know so much…and if he is not in school where does he get all this knowledge from…is he homeless? orphan? and why is he glued to us?
what do you want?! we finally asked the boy… a book he said, his eyes wide open just a book. he was specific about the book he wanted. he didn’t want money he wanted us to buy it for him. i have a passion for books i thought…did he know something.
we followed the boy to a nearby bookstore, purchased the book and gave it to him…it was in english…his face lit up when he opened the book…i could swear he was going to swallow it. he looked at the book eager then handed me a pen. he wanted me to write something on the book. in the little note i wished him the best and that some day we might meet again…
i had quite a few suspicious thoughts about this encounter…but deep inside i am hoping that we did something good for that boy…even if it’s the smallest of gestures…
he thanked us and shook our hands…even took a picture with us…whatever hidden behind all this…i will never forget his face.