‘I have to make you independent. Then it will be good’ ma timilai independent banauna cahanchu. Ani ta bhaihalcha : He said to me; recalls Menka. ‘Mero babalai dippressie bhako thiyo. Pani ma gayera verdronken hunu bhayecha. Mero baba ta best kok honi. Universiteit ma pani mero Baba thulo manche ho. Tara aba chainan; recalls Vivika, expressing in mixed Dutch and Bhutanese language, lying on the bed the night she heard that she is now orphaned. “My father was suffering from depression and that he went away, drowned in the river, that he was the best cook and also the best personality in the University, but now no more”. For these two little children, Vivika and Visaka, aged 7 and 4, he was the best father that they were fond of and very deeply scorn against the reality that made him suffer from ‘depression’ and forced to live with the question; why was it not cured?. The youngest child thinks only of her father and cries within, that one makes out from her tears.
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