This is a true story.
"I can show off my pride only if I get the chance to marry your friend." My college friend Bikal spoke, lighting a cigarette while sitting beside the balcony one evening. "You're in Kathmandu. Will she preserve her youth for you there at the village?" I smiled and told him.
"Your friend Paru is beautiful. Only yesterday, the son of my uncle had written a letter to me." Bikal was protective of Paru. He turned towards the south, looking through the corner of his eyes all the while ignoring my talk. "I came to Kathmandu swearing my love of Paru. Sometimes I become sad, for the image of Paru comes in my mind day and night," he said.
He quickly finished a packet of cigarette. He is the most frank person in our group, so it can also be said that there is no one against him. "One needs to have patience in love," sitting beside me, Bikal spoke while taking a sip of tea.
As always, he was straightforward and blunt, and at times, we were anxious of his habit of becoming silent after being angry. "It makes no difference if anyone tells me off or criticizes me," he said, standing up and heading towards his room. I guessed he had not liked my good-natured joking about Paru as it made his heart ache bitterly.
'How this girl could have walked without looking people walking in front though she has age and grown up to youth?' Once my sister had scolded Paru in the morning while she was walking down the street. 'Why you answering back this way? Don't you mind the manner of how to speak with the elders?' my sister had spoken instantly. Had we not been there, fight would have been taken place between them. After that, 'Until your sharp-tongued sister will remain I will never stop at your home,' Paru had sworn. I remembered my past.
'Day after tomorrow I should move for village. Just after two days when I reach village, I will marry her.' He had spoken with boast without taking a breath. 'If mother does not let me marry, I will straightly get back catching a bus to Kathmandu. I have taken a return ticket, too. I should move in the morning.' Before giving me chance to speak a word, he had displayed the ticket towards me. 'How you dared to bring the ticket without doing any consultations? You should have asked for a word if you are going. If you do as you please then I can do nothing.' I had scolded him so badly. Then after without speaking even a single word with me he left Kathmandu.
I sensed that he had not informed Paru that he was coming.
"Are you informed? Bikal and Paru are married now". A colleague of our group, Bhim informed it to others. I became really happy.
Fortunately, when Bikal used to get depressed, he used alcohol to numb the feelings of sorrow and loneliness. But because of his love he accepts the consequences, and moves forward. Later, I heard, he has not had a drink since he got his love Paru. Nowadays, he is able to handle his depression without using alcohol to numb it. In any case, he has decided not to drink for life.
For when you trust in love, miracles happen.