Children from Bhulbule
Children in Nepal are cute cheeky monkeys. Some of them. Wait, actually, most of them. They would shout at you in Nepalese language and also trying to do their best in English by naming stuff they got from the tourists. It does not matter if you do not have a candy, they would ask for a pencil instead or just a balloon might be enough.
"Pee ee eenn ??" almost sang this charming little girl with one of her hands outstretched while hiding the other one behind her bag. The other hand was full of lollipops given to her by my travel mates who had passed by recently.
I did the same as her and stretched my hand palm up with my voice slightly whining and singing: "aaaaapllleeeeeeeee?"
The little girl rolled her beautiful eyes while wondering what that was. In her eyes I could clearly saw a mix of confusion, embarrassment and amusement. The world had suddenly messed up for her. She was the one who could ask for something, for god sake, no one else. How come that such a big, white and for sure wealthy European guy wanted something from her?
In a moment she was hiding both her hands behind her back. Then she looked at me again, yet quite timidly when she almost whispered: "Pen?"
I was tough with her and determined to give to this cute and cheeky little lady a lesson of a foreign business. Without a blink of an eye with my hand fairly outstretched I said: "Apple?"
She stared at me perplexed for a while and then all of a sudden she started to smile. She nodded as she got my message and ran quickly towards a stone shed that was her home, I assumed. After a little while of waiting she popped up again and headed cheekily back to me with a slight guilty smile. “No apple,” she informed me briefly about her “apple mission” result.
I was giving away the pens from my pocket so quickly. They were just pens, yet they could incredibly brighten Nepalese children´s eyes.