Nirjala Adhikari I was in the photography class. The day was cold and gloomy, one of the coldest days of that winter. Our photography teacher was quite new to the institution from where I completed my bachelor. And that was the second day he was taking class to us. He was just explaining about the history of photography meanwhile he told us- he can tell our future by looking at our face. All my friends were quite eager to stand in front of him to know about their future. They stood in front of him one by one. And he told them, “you are going to be a teacher, professor, government officer, tv journalist, social worker so and so. I was not in the mood to be in front of him but one of my friends forced me. I stood in front him suddenly he said to me –“ you are going to be a shopkeeper”. Although shopkeeper is not a bad word I felt bad that day. Simply, I felt bad. “Am I going to be a shopkeeper?” I asked myself time and again. And the funny thing is that while growing up I neve
तर उनीहरुलाई थाहा हुनेछैन, म फर्कनकै लागि गएकी हुँ । उनीहरुका लागि जसलाई मैले पछाडि छोडेँ ।