Six years later, the family went for a visit to Nepal. They took a bus from the capital, Kathmandu, and then rented a ramshackle cab to take them to their old village near Nalang. The last few miles they had to walk. They spent the whole day with relatives and old neighbors and regaled them with stories of their new life in a strange world. Sajjan took his father’s permission and walked to his old school.
Then Sajjan hesitantly mentioned the occasions he had asked a question. Shresthaji’s face lit up with recognition. “So you are the boy who always asked questions?” he said with finality.
Sajjan could have said that he had asked a question only twice. He didn't dare to venture a third time. He chose, however, to remain modestly silent. Then he walked back all the four miles to his family’s home, quite satisfied.