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Tuesday, March 24, 2015

My deema would frisk her Nepali style coat pocket and fish me 10 paise as my daily allowence to school. That aluminium coin with serrated edge use to have good bearing on me. I never thanked her for the allowane but I felt utterly happy. I would stick to that coin like a thief on his bounty and by the time I ran my way to school it would be warm and sweaty. If the school was yet on time I would run to Mr.Dahal for sweets. An old hairy man would miserly count ten balls of sweets mearly the size of bean seeds. That would be enough to sweeten my day....I would call on friends and share the sugary affairs buying their opinions. 

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