Well, yes, I haven’t posted anything called “Part 1″ yet. But this is the second part of a story I’ve written somewhere in this blog, and that I will not mention for reasons I alone will understand (actually it’s because I’m a scaredy-cat.) Yes, ANYONE can figure it out when they read this post. Thankfully the people I’m scared of are not as smart as everyone else. Haha. Sorry Dude, but ur DUMB.
After sleepless nights and disturbed days, failed calls to the National Helpline for Women and Children which was closed for the holidays and never-ending phone conversations, the day arrived. It was the day when Kingg’s college (and I don’t mean the college in Kathmandu that runs by that name) opened, and we (as in I and The Other One) couldn’t but be hopeful that Kingg would be sent to school. Actually, I think I was the more hopeful one; The Other One had more or less given up.
So I called the college and asked the receptionist if Kingg had come to school. “We can’t say… they’re in class right now… Doesn’t your friend have a mobile phone, Madam?” If she did have a cell phone, why would I call her college, for heaven’s sake? “We’ll find out, can you call after a while?” I couldn’t wait, so I decided to use my contacts. I called a cousin who could find out for me, and told her the whole story. She said she’d call me back. I went back to studying, not very hopeful. (more…)
