During my Pashupatinath Old home Visit i got one lady (75) was very disturbed on our activity like walking around and taking photos. Once i was taking photos and try to talk with her he was so annoyed that she was just shouting go away. i didn't listen her words. after sometimes she asked me from where i was. I said Bangladesh. She said to give her photos when I'll come again and not the small print she wanted large print. i said then i've to take more good photos of you and i let her see some pix from my camera. she said "achssa hai" that is very good.
I was tring to make a good relation with that old lady and talking continuously. after sometime one Sister Maria Pushpam, MC Came and asking me about me and my place. i was talking to her in the mean time she was also talking with sister. Once the old lady said that she had a son like me and died in early age. Sister told her "He is Christian and one of her aunt is sister like us" Me and sister was talking and sister noticed me that The Lady is From Very conservative Hindu Brahmmon Family. She does not mix with each other like she cooked his food,she listen radio in her own room even she stay in her room alone. Sister was wondered how i came to close this old lady.
After sometimes she give me one packet of biscuit i said i ate my breakfast few moments ago. she was insisting me and sister said please take this otherwise they feels bad. anyway i took the biscuit and ate some from that packet with the old lady. sister went to her work and then i asked her name. She said Chuni Devi.
after having lunch i was sitting top of the Temple and taking rest. She saw me and called me and asked "Beta kuch khaiya?" (Son Did u ate something?) i said yes then she asking is it true or not. i said yes then she requested me to eat some rice from his pot. i said.i had my lunch and i'll take lunch or another day. Then i just realized when i was read in school then sometime my Mom was not in home then my grandma gave me food for eat and sit beside me till i finished my food. it rolled out a tears from my eyes.
In my very last day in Kathmandu i went to visit Old Home and of course my new Grandma. i was walking arround and once i went to se my new grandma. she called me to her room which is really isolated from any other people of old home. when i heard that i was really wondered. She was insisting me to sit in her room and i gave her photos taken in earlier day. When she watching photos she was talking about her daughter who lives in Pokhara,Nepal. She prepared Tea for me and as usual gave me 3 packets of biscuit. i had tea with her and when i told her that " I am going back to my home tomorrow." i can't remember anything but i saw a drop of tears in her eyes.