My friends diary

Actually my friend ashish is very simple in nature. The way of talking and interacting with other are the attractive characteristics of his. I met with him before 3 years ago in the birthday party of my sister. He came there as a guest but I don’t who is he. After I know that he is the brother of my sister friend, But I can’t believe that he is her brother because my sister friend is so beautiful and her complexion is white that boy has dark complexion. They do not look like brother and sister in any angle. After that party he starts to come in to my house. Interacting with him we became very close friend. One day we went to the Lakeside and we drink beer a lot we are in so bad condition so we can’t return home .We decided to stay in hotel. At that night I ask with him are u really the brother of that girl, But he do not speak I forced him to tell and he told his story:

I was very small, probably three years old when I was lost in a fair held at new road. I hardly recalled my name an old man found and adopted me. He took me here in Pokhara. I found here a new family, the old man being grandfather. His son and daughter did not have son they have only daughter and they adopted me purposefully. I cried much in absence of biologically parents. Anyway, I received all love and care from them. I grew as their child. They gave me a name with their final name. Their relatives also did not let me feel any way isolation. I was quite happy and very satisfied.

Fortunately or unfortunately, my foster grandfather met young man of his son’s age while he was travelling to Kathmandu. By chance, during their conversation, the young man explained sadly how he had lost his son in New Road fair, on the occasion of New Year celebration. My old man felt guilty. He did not expose the truth at that time. Rather he invited the young man to visit him at his address at here after a week. He said that he would give information of that child. As he said that while parting from the young man, he could not collect more information about me.

 When the young man and his wife arrived at our home, my foster grandfather introduced me to them. To my surprise, I saw the young man resembled me in complexion, color and height. They immediately recognized me. I heard that they had a daughter, only three years junior to me. I was quite excited to find my parents, but it was now very difficult for me to leave the foster parents. They sent me to visit my biological parents in Kathmandu. I stayed with them nearly for one month, and then with their permission I returned here because I had to continue my education. I was glad to have two families and believed that I would receive love from them. That has been true still in my life. I’m very fortunate by the blessing of god.