As days pass by. . .
Shresta was some 5 years old, entering into her first standard in a local school. Her dad was a financier. Mom, homemaker. It was during dinner, the conversation begins. Mom starts. ' enga? Hows the business going?'. After a long pause, dad replied, ' pour some more sambhar'. Her mom dint speak anymore. Everybody went sleep. Though shre, being a kid, could not understand the feel of her mom, felt like something is missing. Now,shre was in her 10th standard. The difference is her dad faced a great loss in his business. All his partners cheated him. He was workless sitting at home. Shre was preparing for next day's test in class. Mom gave the coffee prepared to dad and the conversation begins. Mom started, ' what to do next? Our girl is now at 10th. For higher standard, we have to change her school. We should need more money as its gonna be a biiiiigg schoo. . . '. She was not even finishing her dialog. Dad went out, taking his two wheeler. Shre somehow ma...