Patriotism

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My trip to Sheffield was a great opportunity to explore the beautiful Northern England. However, I was mesmerised by own Nepalese girl.

Submitted: October 29, 2013

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Patriotism

I was in Sheffield for my appointment in the one of the biggest shopping mall in beautiful northern England. I was kind of lost in new place but was excited for the event later that day.

I went near to the beautiful bright Indian looking lady to ask her about how to get into meadow hall, the location where I need to get before 2 pm that day, but I asked her in Hindi. Yeah I did it which was the reflection of my stupidity in the crucial situation.

She replied, “What?” I said sorry are you not Indian? She said “I understood what you are asking but I am not Indian.”

I mean, British born Indian, I said. “No no no way man You people think every girl who looks like me is Indian oh gosh!” she was bit annoyed by now.

I was cracking with her al-right miss let me guess who you are. By the way you are not Bengali you must be Pakistani then I said with unhurried smile. She started to smile by now but wasn't convinced; she proved that by saying “No way.” “Have you ever heard of Nepal dude she smiled gently?”

Yes I do its somewhere between India and china isn't it I was quick to respond. I smiled best ever smile in my face but told her that she don’t even look like Nepali. Nepalese have smaller eyes isn't it? I stressed with unnatural confidence. “Do you know what Nepal has more than hundreds of different races and castes we live together.” She continued, “We look very different to each other but you know what, we are united even better than Manchester united ha-ha loll I am joking little bit.” 
 

Tram approached, we rushed into it and she said “this is the one for meadow hall get off at the last stop I am getting late for my class.”

Basically it was the centre of that busy town and I have to get to the other end towards west for my destination for the day. She was strange chatter box but her pride and love of being Nepalese was exhilarating. She was proud of what she is. She made my day…. She never knew I was Nepalese too……………….


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