Fourth Of July.
Somewhere far away in freedom land, two Nepali friends live in an economical house. Amit was one, and the other was Roshan. Both were ready for the coming holiday ?forth of July. Their patio was decorated with lady liberty and flashy American flag, and refrigerator filled with chilled Heinken.
They ventured in U.S to study computer science, after working two jobs and giving up sleepless nights they finally had made it through. They had even succeeded many fellow white friends and found a better job. Life was a game of snake and ladders for these folks.
Amit, he was a guy conversed with what society calls an admirable moral values. He was a handsome young man who had never stolen anything worth more than 5 dollars, never fought nor lied, unless necessary. Roshan on the other hand, was a care-free fellow, who hardly even called home in Nepal.
Fourth of July was nearer, in fact it was tomorrow. It was a tradition of sort that they had started four years ago. The tradition was of this sort ? everybody in their neighborhood were invited, including the old black man Mr. Crow, the Vietnamese Mr. Ting, and all his fellow white, Hispanics and colored friends making it the biggest fiesta on all year long.
After all the needed errands for coming morning, tired them, sat to watch MTV. Breathing in and out, softly both of them were drowned in silence. Suddenly Amit jumped! ?Roshand do you ever think of going back to Nepal?? Roshan laughed and held the reply. Roshan, he was a care free man yet he had a heart which was always pinched because of his lingering thoughts. The thoughts were of his family, the lonely old father and mother. He wandered sometimes if their demise was of a sudden cause who would burn their senile wrinkled body.
So the July Party was here, a big party. Both still sitting on same couch watching MTV.
After two videos had flew about Roshan steadly inquired on Amit the same flaky question, ?So are you planning about returning?? Amit bit his lips, minute passed, it became minutes and slowly it was 5 minutes. He could not answer, so he therefore raised another question, ?What in the earth is there to go back for?the damn lofty brown soil??
Amit exonerated his growing frustrations. Roshan as usual smiled and took another pinch on his beating heart.
