I was nine when my parents died in a car accident on the highway. They were heading for Kathmandu from Biratnagar- our home place to search boarding school for me. After their demise, nobody took much care of me. Thus, I was sent to SOS Children Village in Itahari which was established especially for orphans and now, I was an orphan. Destiny had it for me.
After reaching there I was able to console myself thinking that I was not the only one who was deprived of the warmth, love and care of parents. My routine and other's routine were same and so was our longing for love. We were given equal care but what can replace the memories of parents? I had common mother and common house but something was different from others. Others didn't show any sign of sadness of not having parents or may be I didn't notice it myself but the memories of my parents haunted me even after the years of that heartbreaking incident.
When I was above the teen age, I had to move from Children Village to Youth Village. The support, emotional attachments and brotherhood didn't allow me to leave the place easily but I had to move by rule. From there I was transferred to youth Village of koteshwor, which proved to be one major turn of my life later on. From that time onwards, my life started taking different route, that single move contributed to change my life dramatically!
I was here not only to stay inside the premise but also to continue my further studies. So, as soon as I arrived here, a notice was given that I would be joining Kathmandu University. With much of enthusiasm and excitement to study in the best university of the country, I started preparing for my entrance. Within a week I was inside the examination hall, which was physics lab- it seemed so. I was giving my entrance test for the enrollment in new session where the question was easier than I had expected. I was looking around the room when I saw the invigilator...
"Oh My Gosh! How can he look exactly like my dad?" I asked myself in surprise.
"Same nose, same lips, same height and ... looking almost like a twin brother of my father."
I was giving my test and examining the appearance of the invigilator at the same time. My eyes got stuck on him for long time and finally he noticed them. He didn't know why was I looking so strangely at him. May be he thought I was searching opportunity to cheat his eyes and copy from others.
So, he asked me "Oye! Haven't you seen invigilators in examination hall? Keep doing your job without moving your head."
My God! I was dumbstruck when I realized that even his voice was same to my father's when I last heard him. All these similarities may be just a coincidence but the voice? Now my willingness to join the university became even stronger for I wanted to be close with him, talk to him and say how much alike he is with my dad.
I returned back to my place after entrance exam but my mind was still hovering on him. I started writing a diary from that day onwards which was more about my memories and that invigilator than my daily activities of feelings. After one week I saw the result of entrance on University's website and knew that I was among the selected ones. That day I wrote diary literally in a form of novel, which could easily show that my late dad was my past and sir was in the present.
One month later, I was in his class drawing his sketch. I wasn't giving proper ear to what he was saying but I just stared at him. Science was not the one I was made for and thank god he was a language teacher! He thought I was good at writing skills ... may be I had improved by writing daily on my diary! Because of the same reason, he included me in the newsletter team as well. We got close and started talking about personal stuffs as well during the time of newsletter publication. Then he knew that I was an orphan and started showing his sympathy but all I ever needed was his love and support as a guardian and as a father figure.
On my second year, I started to stay in hostel. I realized how close I was with him when we had one-month long vacation. Day-by-Day I started making reasons to meet him on private. Sometimes we talked about the class and sometimes about the newsletter but he never asked me anything about my past. May be he thought remembering it would hurt me. But I wanted him to know how important he was for me.
One day I took my diary in my class. We had a break after his class and I wanted to use this break as an opportunity to open up myself. That day he was doing his works on the class itself and permitted us to leave before him. I was staying at the first bench that day so that I could leave my diary over there and he could find it easily. As I had wanted he saw that diary after I had left the class he took it with him and returned it to me the next day. I thought he would read it but he showed up no signs of it.
After one week we met one the newsletter room. Then he said, "Why don't you publish your diary? It can be a good combination of diary and memoir. You write really well."
He said nothing about my personal feelings scattered all over the diary but I was glad to know that at least he read it. I was about to leave the room when he murmured" Why didn't you say you loved me like a son loved his father? Even I would love to be loved."
Tears fell off my eyes and without thinking twice I hugged him.
"My wife died during labor pain and I lost my child without touching him. If he had survived, he would have been of your age."
I am studying literature at present and Sir is our Head Of Department; I still call him sir despite of being a legal son now He adopted me legally and made me a part of his life and now I am under his guidance and warmth, which I was seeking for. I got my diary published and university awarded me with the best literary award for student. Thanks to sir, my dad, if he were not there I would never be here!
Only few people get such a wonderful life again, even after loosing both parents. Luckily I was just one of them!