Mere Words – Part 2

From one drop spun another.

While on honeymoon with S we happened to meet a group of French tourists. They asked S something, he replied back. They all nodded their head and laughed and patted his back and walked off.

I was mighty impressed and wanted to know what he told them. S sheepishly lets out: They asked him something and he responded with, “I do not know French.”

An entire sentence just to say that we don’t know something? I will never understand the French and for that matter the Nepalis.

I had a colleague, a Nepali married to an Indian. It was during my courting days with S and I cajoled her into teaching me how to say I love you in Nepali.  

Maa tumilai dherai maya dhar chu

 Quite a whopper but I managed to master it with actions.

Before I unleashed it on my unsuspecting beau I wanted to test it on our Gurkha downstairs. That luckily never came about. I am sure that I saved him a heart attack.

My verbal outpouring left my beau tad unmoved and he managed to get my attention into more interesting things like the latest block buster running in the theatre.

 
But those were the days. Playing and tripping with words.