For starters, I am a very emotional person. This wasn't quite clear when I was in Nepal because I had to suppress my emotions throughout the school years in the hope of getting a good "Character Certificate." However, it was evident on my first night in US, when I cried my heart out. No--It was not because I had to leave Nepal for the very first time, but my family's acquaintance who picked me up at the airport dropped me in his empty apartment and went off to work for the night. Unsure whether I could drink water from the tap, food from the fridge or the cold milk lying around, I spent the night in extreme agony, a prelude to my undergraduate years. Thus, on my many future trips to the airport to pick up new Nepali guys (Girls? -wishful thinking!!), I made sure that they would not experience such a plight. So, if I had to leave them alone at home, I made sure a pack of Marlboro and a bottle of vodka was within their vicinity. :)

It is suffice to infer that I also have a very emotional family. My Mom, for instance, fears for my life in the east coast if she hears about a gunshot in the west coast. My dad might pretend to be stoic at times, but I remember how he sulked one whole Dashain cause I had forgotten to greet one of his far-distant-relatives. The neighborhood isn't any better. I remember an incident when my cross-eyed friend got beaten the shit out of him because the so-called Dada thought he was being stared at. It didn't help my friend's case when he pleaded truthfully that he was gawking at a girl, who also happened to be a crush of the Dada. Emotions flared further when the girl's family found about the secretive-romance between the two. Forget people for a while, the Nepali animals are equally emotional. My neighbor's feared "Alsation" has bit more than a dozen neighbors and innumerable fruit and vegetable vendors over the years for simply using the road.