“Yes ma’am, that’d be no problem at all.” The manager said.
“Trring, trring” and after exactly seven more rings, one of
the receptionist picked up the phone.
“Good Morning, this is Grahan Hotel. How can I help you?”
“I need to book a room..single bedroom actually and tell me
the prices too?“ The man on the other side said.
“Sir, single bedroom for a night would cost Rs. 1200 and it
would include breakfast for the other day too.” The receptionist replied.
“I’d like to book a room then for two nights.” The man
replied.
“Under what name, the room would be booked, sir?” The
receptionist asked.
“Manoj Kuinkel.”
“Alright Mr. Kuinkel.”
“Thank you.” Mr. Kuinkel cut the phone from the other side.
Grahan Hotel is one of the reputed hotels in Kathmandu. It
was built by Grahan Thapa, in the memory of his late father, Shamser Thapa but
now it was handed to his son, Chandra Thapa, to operate it in the present era.
It is situated in Gaushala, near the famous temple, Pashupatinath. It is the
perfect place to reside for the average class people.
The huge mansion of the hotel is colored yellow and it is
almost fifty years old and the faded paint in some parts show its oldness and
the need of renovation.
The next day when the clock showed the time of half past
three in the evening, a man stood at the reception seeking the attention of the
busy receptionist, Reecha who was facing backwards busy in her computer.
He tried to press the bell in front of him, but it didn’t
work; he thought he’d try calling her himself.
“Ahem, Ahem! Excuse me.” The man said.
“Oh I am so sorry sir. Welcome to Grahan Hotel. How can I
help you?” Reecha replied.
“I have booked a room here.” The man replied.
“Under what name has the room been booked, sir?” Reecha asked.
“Manoj Kuinkel.”
“Let me check. Please wait.” Reecha said.
After a minute she found his booking and asked him to sign a
paper.
“Is Room 118 available?” he asked.
After checking for a minute, she came forward.
“Yes, sir. Here’s your key. Enjoy your stay, thank you.” She
replied with a smile.
Mr. Kuinkel was a retired employee of an IT company in
Pokhara. He was visiting the capital to attend the alumni ceremony, organized
by the company.
He was fit, living his late fifties with his hair greyish at
some parts. His face was well equipped with bushy moustache and a spectacle
hanging, supported by the two ears and the nose.
Mr. Kuinkel then proceeded towards the elevator to go to his
room. His room was in the second floor, towards the left side of the entrance
of the elevator through the long, wide corridor.
“The hotel has changed completely in thirty years and it’s
not the same feeling as before. “He thought.
“The company matters when you visit the place after so long
and the nostalgia haunts, no matter how long it has been.” He was swimming
inside his memories.
He stood still observing the environment and his eyes were
wet with tears, visualizing the scenario, drowning in his memories.
He opened his room with the keys provided and saw a room
consisting of a bed, a small cupboard, a couch and a television. A window was
placed to the right and the dusty road was visible with unclear sights of the
famous temple, Pashupatinath. There was an attached bathroom to the left with
all the necessary equipment placed in the right place inside.
The same old room, he thought, with some improvements and
some upgrades but the aroma, it was leaving after the thirty years was the
same, though he was isolated now.
He went inside and sat on the couch and began to think about
the marriage, which connected him with Payal Hamal, changing her surname to
Kuinkel and bringing their lives together.
Payal was fair, extremely beautiful, with average figure,
short and the curly hair with those sparkling would take anyone’s breath away.
They were strangers before the marriage in their different
lives and an event brought them together and they had to plan their life
together from then.
The after marriage honeymoon brought the couple to Kathmandu
from Pokhara, to The Grahan Hotel and the same room where they handed each
other their body.
The marriage had gifted them with two children and the
happiness was in the air, they just had to inhale it and live in it.
Manoj thoughts were distracted by a phone call from his
elder son, asking him if he had reached safely.
Manoj then decided to take a vapor bath to freshen up as he
had travelled a long road to be there; the trip had made him drowsy and weak.
The small activities drove the time in a faster rate and it
was already seven in the evening.
He then decided to
order for some room service but the phone operator invited him to have dinner
in the dining room as there were only few customers residing in the hotel.
Manoj then put on his slippers and moved his steps to the
elevator. The dining room was on the ground floor towards the other side of the
entrance, next to the kitchen.
As everyone preferred to have the regular diet, the manager
ordered his cooks to prepare dal, rice for the customers and staffs.
When the food was being prepared, the manager indulged
himself in conversation with the customers.
The room was filled with gossips and laughter but Manoj was
sitting at the left corner in a lonely table with no one around him.
He could remember his first dinner with Payal in the same
hotel. He could remember Payal wearing a black sari, and a green shawl. He was
in a greyish suit.
He could notice Payal, a bit shy and he thought it was
because she was all alone, miles away from her home, with a stranger who had
become her husband, two days ago.
He had tried to make her comfortable by involving her in the
conversation and making her believe that their ways lead to a same destination
from then and holding hands with each other and helping each other out would
make the journey easier and fun than going through separate ways.
He also poured that he was so lucky to find such a beautiful
wife, and he could clearly remember her smiling for the first time, still
trying her best to hide it from him.
The dinner was served at last. Manoj was deep inside his
memories, smiling and remembering the moments when the waiter brought him to
thirty years in the future.
A simple feast with
the food that reflected the Nepalese tradition was in front of all the guests
there.
The thirty minutes long dinner was over with the guests,
tummy full and satisfied. They left filling their body with the healthy food
and healthy conversation.
Mr. Kuinkel then dragged himself towards his room as he
still had to prepare himself for the conference, next day.
Manoj then headed to his bed, wrapped up by the blanket to
save him from the cold weather.
The hotel was a beginning to his new phase of his life. The
time spent with Payal there brought them closer and the stranger was connected
with a strange bond, which led them together to their new world.
Payal was stubborn at times but she never left him alone in
his ups and downs. The happiness that she gifted him was more than he asked
for.
The day, when their first child was born; Payal was so
nervous and his company had made her feel a little bit comfortable. The
delivery resulted to their baby child, Prayash.
There were tears of joy in their eyes as they knew they had taken
another step in their lives adding a member to their family.
Their lives had taken twists and turns, and after a gap of
three long years, they were gifted with their second child, Prashant.
He was smiling, remembering his wife, who was a superwoman,
who could complete the household chores, look after the children, take care of
the hubby and still couldn’t feel a bit of laziness, following the same old
routine every day.
Manoj was still in his bed staring at the wall colored in
blue, fading with time and listening to the tickling of clock.
Manoj was happy with Payal; he couldn’t ask more from his
life. The later stages made Payal very weak and depressed of small matters
causing her headaches and seizures.
He could still memorize how she used to snub doctors by
saying “it’s just a normal headache, I’ll rest for now, and I will wake up
tomorrow, all fit and fine.”
The health worsened day by day, and the weakness never left
her, compelling her to get admitted in the hospital.
After going through several processes such as neurologic
exam, MRI, angiograms, spinal tap, CT scan and biopsy, the doctor finally had
to spread the news that she had a brain tumor stage IV.
Manoj knew by then
that he was living his last moments with his beloved wife. He couldn’t control
his tears. She knew that, she was bidding goodbye to everyone in her life and
she had not much time left to live.
After two weeks, she left everyone, leaving them with sadness
and isolation.
Manoj was in tears, remembering his life and remembering the
span from the start till the end.
Certain places, events or songs are very memorable in life;
they are memorable even if the people connected to the event are long gone and
the feelings are buried deep inside.
People can never be trusted nor the life; death is the only
thing that can be trusted and it will never betray us as it’s gonna haunt each
and every one sooner or later.
Even though Manoj was lost in his past, with tears flowing
from his eyes, he knew by then that everything starts to end.
After all, everything has an ending, everyone’s life is a
story and it has to end, no matter it’s gonna be a happy one or a sad one.
:'( jaile ruwaidincha yo manche ko story haru le
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