A lonely midnight in the month of Asar. At that time, I was falling asleep and I fell asleep. As I was about to turn around, I heard a knock on the door. What is that A gust of wind? Hungry dog? That thief? Aaa: Anyway, I tried to sleep. But someone's voice came from the door, “Uncle! Uncle! ”
My mind was filled with apprehension and fear. Who's out in the middle of the night? I opened the door a little and drank tea outside. Some strange young man was standing there like a dim shadow.
"Me, Uncle."
"Who am I?"
"I am Dipendra."
Yes Dipendra? Yuvraj Dipendra in my house? At night in this chakmanna over him? I felt like I had an amazing dream. The boy was very scared. He looked back at the atmosphere with frightened eyes. Then he rushed in like a hurricane.
I'm on the wall. To know or not to know, he has already penetrated inside. Let's run out, she's scared. I don't know who he is, what is he? I was in a big crisis.
"Tell me, who are you really?"
"I'm Dipendra, uncle."
"Which Dipendra?" Prince Yuvraj? ”
He stood with his head bowed. I see, people are the same. But how can Dipendra come to my house after losing his way? Yes, people are the same. Yuvaraj Dhiraj Dipendra. I felt somewhat uncomfortable. Then I leaned on the sofa and respecting him, I said, "Stop."
He stood with his head bowed. I see, people are the same. But how can Dipendra get lost in the palace and come to my house? Yes, people are the same. Yuvaraj Dhiraj Dipendra. I felt somewhat uncomfortable. Then I leaned on the sofa and respecting him, I said, "Stop."
He sat down on the floor, spitting.
"Sit up," I said.
"No," he shook his head.
"Babu, aren't you Yuvraj Dipendra?"
"One day I was a prince, uncle. Now I am a squatter, I am an orphan beggar .... ” Suddenly tears flowed from his eyes. He hid his head between his knees and cried softly. I just felt unhappy, Bara Yuvaraj Dipendra is sitting on the floor crying. What he was yesterday, what he is today!
"Uncle, you have made me a beggar by depriving me of my right to live," he lamented, sighing at my meeting.
"Who is nephew Dipendra?"
"My own people."
In my sad mind, the memory of the recent hot events was getting closer and closer. Yes, a few days ago, the corpses of the people in the palace were so healed! How the king, the queen, her children, who else were all drowned in their own blood! And in the zero Nepali sky, a question became a puzzle and hung in the air. Whose hand is it to heal the corpse in the palace? The answers came differently. Dipendra! Dipendra! Some people were saying. On the other hand, people were frowning and doubting - ah, yes?
A few days ago, the corpses of the people in the palace were so healed! How the king, the queen, her children, who else were all drowned in their own blood! And in the zero Nepali sky, a question became a puzzle and hung in the air. Whose hand is it to heal the corpse in the palace? The answers came differently. Dipendra! Dipendra! Some people were saying. On the other hand, people were frowning and doubting - ah, yes?
Yes, the same Dipendra is now sitting in my meeting and raising the curtain of his heart in front of my eyes.
"Why are you crying like a prince?"
"Uncle, not Yuvraj, I'm a beggar crying."
That's why he left the robbery and started crying.
Aliber's room shook. I was confused as to what to say.
"Uncle," he said, breaking the silence. "I came to Uncle's door to beg for mercy."
"What kindness, nephew?"
"Uncle, I was tortured for losing my right to life."
"Wow, don't act." I said. "You are to blame."
“Yes! Am I to blame? ” Suddenly excited, his voice cracked.
"Uncle," he said, breaking the silence. "I came to Uncle's door to beg for mercy."
"What kindness, nephew?"
"Uncle, I was tortured for losing my right to life."
"Wow, don't act." I said. "You are to blame."
“Yes! Am I to blame? ” Suddenly excited, his voice cracked.
"Yes, you." I said emphatically.
"I, I, I ..." Dipendra's lips fluttered with a smirk.
"Yes, you are." I repeated. "You will kill father Maharaj, you will kill mother Maharani. You kill your sister, your brother, Sapphire. You, you and only you! ”
"Uncle!" Hearing Dipendra's distressed voice, the ceiling of the room shook.
"Yes, you kill yourself!"
"How am I, uncle?" Anger intoxicated his conch.
"How did you say that?" By drinking alcohol, by smoking marijuana, by consuming anonymous black substance, by wearing military uniforms, by wearing socks, by carrying many weapons in the style of Hadiwood, by throwing Takita's star in the bodywood style ..... yes, you.
"Uncle!" He got up in a panic and looked at me with frightened eyes and said, "This is all a lie."
"How did you say that?" By drinking alcohol, by smoking marijuana, by consuming anonymous black substance, by wearing military uniforms, by wearing socks, by carrying many weapons in the style of Hadiwood, by throwing Takita's star in the bodywood style ..... yes, you.
"Uncle!" He got up in a panic and looked at me with frightened eyes and said, "This is all a lie."
"Nephew," I said in a calm voice, "it's all true. This is the truth that the government has distributed to the citizens. ”
"Uncle, what is the proof that it is me?"
"This is the proof," I said, throwing the investigation team's report to the ground. “Look at this. You have killed every letter of it. You have sifted through its pages. Golden nephew, Naranhiti Durbar says this, Singh Durbar says this. This is what other medium palaces say, this is what small palaces say. Dipendra, Dipendra alone, do you understand, Babu? ”
He covered his mouth with two hands and closed his ears with two thumbs. And he stood like an idol for a long time.
"Uncle!" After a while, he broke the silence and said, "Tell me, do you believe this?"
What can i say This is the only answer I have that the government can hear.
Dipendra sat down and started reading the report. His face became distorted by a tamas as he moved his eyes in the wave of letters. After reading a page, he sighed hurtly. Then he banged his fist on the cemented floor. And he tore the emerald in a frenzy of excitement.
"Lie!"
I remained silent.
He read another page, banged his fist and tore it to shreds. And another page, and Dang Mudki, and Dhwadhrwari again. I was staring at her, how her body started shaking! I can see the blood flowing from the joints of his fingers while he was punching.
Apparently my meeting was covered with pieces of paper.
He read another page, banged his fist and tore it to shreds. And another page, and Dang Mudki, and Dhwadhrwari again. I was staring at her, how her body started shaking! I can see the blood flowing from the joints of his fingers while he was punching. Apparently my meeting was covered with pieces of paper.
“Lie! It's all a lie! ”
I remained silent again.
"Uncle, do you believe all this?"
"Nephew, this is the official evidence before me. What can I tell you? ”
"I never thought I'd hear that from you, Uncle."
"Nephew, I'm sorry to say that. But what are you doing?
Dipendra fell on his head with a two-handed snare. I'm listening, he's sobbing again.
"Wow, don't cry." I reminded her by stroking her hair.
He got up. Then, moving restlessly, he walked slowly around the room.
"Smoke, uncle?"
I gave him his favorite peak cigarette.
“Uncle! Are you ready to hear the voice of my heart? ”
I was scared. In my meeting, the waves of the wind are coming uninterruptedly. You know, even the wind can have ears!
"Tell me, Uncle, are you ready?"
I nodded and shook Manto.
"Blessed is Uncle," said Dipendra, getting a little brighter. "Suppose you are my commission." And I am here before you to testify. Whatever you ask, Uncle, I can ask. ”
Thus I became Dipendra's commission. Then, sitting in the seat of the commission, I began to ask, "Nephew Dipendra, can you tell me what you ate that night without lying?"
From 'Interactive Black Face in History' published by Interaction Publications Pvt. Ltd.
Thank you -TO BE CONTINUED- NEXT END PART 2
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