He came to our house by fate. The poor chap has a family to feed in Nepal and his house was damaged by the earth quake. I find it difficult to converse with him as he knows Hindi only. He is very quiet soul, gentle in speech and I have never seen his face other than with a smile. Initially he was staying downstairs, there’s a shed like room beneath the house. Then to my surprise he told me that he was afraid. I accepted his innocence and gave him a room attached with the house. I am fortunate to have my mornings with a pleasant smile and he is very prompt and delivers me my customary cups of tea. I don’t know Hindi much and I struggle to establish conversation with him. We have a camaraderie that’s transcends the confines of language. I feel very happy that I have found a long lost brother in him. I have asked my mother who is the boss of the house to give him the permission to bring down his family. I could feel from him that he dotes on his family and misses them intimately. I hope I can learn the language and become more connected with his thoughts and feelings. Are all Nepalese like him? I wish I knew.