I was born on June 29, 2065 (Nepali calendar).
In Nepal.
Not in a hospital.
But inside a small house.
That's how my life began.
Simple.
Quiet.
Unnoticed.
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Not long after I was born, my parents made a decision.
They took me and my two older brothers and left Nepal.
We traveled all the way to Kerala, India, where my parents went to work.
I was too young to understand anything back then.
To me, it was just a different place.
Different people.
Different language.
But strangely…
it never felt uncomfortable.
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The house where my parents worked was big compared to what I had seen before.
And in that house…
there was a girl.
She was around my age.
I don't even remember her name now.
But I remember her presence.
I used to play with her every day.
Running around.
Laughing without thinking.
Those were probably the simplest days of my life.
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But there was something strange.
Sometimes, she would look at me quietly.
And then she would start singing.
A soft song.
I didn't understand the meaning back then.
But now…
when I think about it…
it feels different.
The song was about love.
Something like—
"Your and my love story… remained incomplete…"
At that time, I didn't understand anything.
Love?
Feelings?
Those things meant nothing to me.
I was just a child.
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Maybe that's why…
I never understood her.
Maybe that's why…
she said those words.
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The day we were leaving Kerala…
everything felt normal to me.
I didn't feel sad.
I didn't feel anything.
To me, it was just another day.
But for her…
maybe it wasn't.
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Before I left…
she looked at me one last time.
Her voice was calm.
But her words stayed with me.
"I pray that you get everything in life…"
She paused.
"…except love."
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At that moment, I didn't react.
I didn't understand.
I didn't even question it.
I just left.
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Now…
when I think about it…
I wonder.
Was it a joke?
Was it anger?
Or was it something deeper…
that I was too young to understand?
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Maybe…
that was the first time something changed inside me.
Even if I didn't realize it back then.
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Because sometimes…
the things we don't understand in childhood…
become the questions that follow us for the rest of our lives.
