The Silence

"You know what I feel about this?" grumbled Babin, "We are heading into a horrid cold war". The day's share of monsoon had begun outpouring outside the shop that carried plastic litters along the inflow. People, in their best attempt to save the day, were walking hurriedly and bowing their heads as if to resign before nature's might. A boy was fitfully jumping upon the gushing waters while his mother tried to move him into safer sides.

Rupa gazed the outside rendition and sipped her coffee twice simultaneously. This was her second unanticipated visit with Babin. What a coincidence! she thought.

"But this is the fate of every society, isn't it?" the moment of silence was suspended by Hira's predicament. "There are ups and there are downs. It's the wrong time we live today that we are suffering these pitfalls", he reconciled.

"Ya, wrong place and the wrong time!" contributed Babin with a grin. He gently snatched the half-finished cigarette from Hira's fingers and began inhaling intemperately. A tiny cloud formed above Babin's face as the smoke from his circled lips was emanated. "Rupa, what do you think? Will Nepal ever get over this disaster?" Hira tried to entice his friend into the discussion.

"Well, uh, I get dizzy talking about these political barbs" Rupa smiled as she nervously began brushing her fingers over the rim of the coffee cup. She took another sip, looked at the rain for a moment and reverted, "I live for today, for now. It's very difficult for me to speak about politics with my problems gagging me every moments of my life."

"Girls!" murmured Babin and glanced at a poster glued to the opposite wall. The model, clad in a green bikini, was trying to mesmerize onlookers with her voluptuous wet body. He returned to Rupa and said, "You know, I am wondering what would happen to our country if everybody began confining to their own needs and problems."

"Unquestionably", snapped Rupa, as if she was a predator waiting for the right moment to spring upon her hunt, "I am more concerned with people having grandeur impressions when discussing politics but without any concrete results." Glowing orange, she continued, "You see, when every individuals' basic needs are fulfilled, the collective order will be contributed naturally. You don't require impalpable political ideologies to realize that; its basic commonsense most seem to lack."


The boys exchanged giggles and laughingly convinced Rupa that they had become successful for the first time in making her speak so openly. Rupa blushed and turned aside to hide her face as her cheeks began to redden. "You know Rupa I think you make a fine speaker. Say, why don't you stand up for the students' committee?" Hira tried to calm her down.


"You can be assured of my vote too" winked Babin and gulped his last coffee.