Photo: Ghanashyam Khadka

It shakes its tail and rubs his mouth around my lap whenever I go home. We are facing a tragic day. He lives in a remote village of Kavre and I happen to be in a small corner of Kathmandu for the career. Today, the first day of Losar, the beggingin of new year in my culture, I went home. He repeated the same deeds. My shedule was tight and soon I returned back sepnding few moments with him too. He was wagging his tail and following me till my taxi ran away from him. Now I am missing him much!