The Telegram on the Table
He had dream of going to America following a tourist girl. He always used to come late at night in his room from hotel being tired. A telegram had been lying on the table for weeks.

Krishna had come in the city from the village. He worked as a guide for tourist. All the days, all the days he was busy explaining the entire history of the country to the tourist and answering their question, there was a message that his wife had died previous day. But the message of his wife’s death did not touch him at all. The telegram should have made him weep. He should have felt regret. He should have fasted for some days. But he didn’t do anything. The telegram should have affected him. But he was not sad and nothing touches him. He was happy dreaming of America.

 His living room was bad. He paid high rent but there was no facility. If he couldn’t get up early in the morning, he wouldn’t get water. He wanted move somewhere else. And he could invite Miss pandey from travel service for dinner. His best friend from village, who was also in the city, knew about the tragic event and gave him sympathy. But the words of sympathy did not touch him at all. But one night, he could not sleep. He switched the light on and went to the table and read the telegram again. The message touched him. He regretted because he had become heartless like a stone. He got angry with himself, tore the telegram into pieces and cried for a long time. Krishna was an ambitious boy. He came to Kathmandu living his parents, wife and village. He had a colorful dream about learning English. Of course, he learnt English and worked as tourist guide. He spent ten years without going home. He wanted to forget his family and village. He only lost himself in a thought of going to a foreign land. He dreamed of following an American girl who would take him to her country and he would enjoy with her there. He totally left the real track of his life. He did not care about his beautiful village and dear parents and wife. But he didn’t care. After some weeks he got telegram about her death. That day some changes could be seen on his face. This story took me back to a selfish boy who lives in Kathmandu at this time. Actually he is from a remote village of Nepal. Some years ago, he lived with his family happily. He was well to do in the village but he left his home and family to earn more money in Kathmandu. Kathmandu attracted him badly and he could not leave it. He even forgot his family, village, friends and culture. One day, he got a letter about his wife’s serious illness. He was requested to bring her to Kathmandu for a treatment. Tears were running down o his face continuously probably he remembered his happy past life with his wife. I got cursory reading first and second I gave in depth reading it. I found many things in this story to be applied, realized in our everyday life. Probably, he remembered the good deeds of his wife and his stone heart melted and flood of tears come from his eyes because of his wife’s memory. Suddenly, he became angry with death and began to cry. At last he returned to the real life and the separation of his wife gave him great grief.