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We were standing in front of a villa called ‘Ant Hill’. Why would someone name a building which wasn’t commercial? Did the residents always screamed the house’s building when the walked through the front door? This building was like a fortress. It contrasted its dark exterior from brightly lit street of Kathmandu. It seemed like a demon’s castle in between a busy downtown. I guess it did seem fantastic, that’s why I was using fantasy as a metric. Madonna was talking to a shopkeeper. I saw her slipping some money to him, followed by both of them looking at me. Was Madonna going to sell me off? I chuckled myself on the thought. But it froze my feet on the spot. What was that chilling tingle in my spine? Why this feeling again. I turned my head immediately towards Mad’s direction. I’m safe, right? She came next to me and handed me a metallic object wrapped in newspaper. I tried to unwrap it but she held my hands. “No, don’t do it unless you have to. Put it ...

We went to the office of the university to check us in. Apparently, I was looking for a higher degree in mathematics, and Mad was accompanying me. We talked to the clerk for some time before walking towards Professor Habib’s office. Mad said the clerk recognized her and thus we were able to talk to Habib before the Head of Department. We entered an empty office, consisting of a glass table, one chair on either side, and a couch in a corner. There were cupboards and shelves all around the room, filled up to the brim with different kinds of paperwork. The one directly behind her had files and loose papers. The one on my left had bulky books neatly stacked. The one behind me was filled with different kinds of comics. I pointed towards the shelf behind me and asked Mad,” What’s the deal with this?” Mad threw herself on the couch while she looked at me. She squinted her eyes, trying to remember what kind of literature I was pointing at. “Oh that, she picked up that habi...

It wasn’t a long flight, but for a sore leg, there is no such thing as a kind locomotive. Madonna and me together for two and a half hours in a flying metal tube. I was living a dream. If only we could afford something with whiskey on it. I guess it didn’t matter, because Mad sleeping on my shoulder while holding on to my hand was equally delightful. We were standing in the middle of the Kathmandu International. With me, I had a woman with leg brace and one briefcase. I was crazy to let Mad go to China all on her own. Even when I knew she was fresh off the bed with a serious injury. The day she returned home, her strength to stand up was gone. Her whole body was trembling with fever. The first thing she said before passing out in my arms was ‘Mission complete’. I was looking at this dolt who was sweating profusely next to me. Her disheveled hair was tied in a single pony and her black jumpsuit was equally drenched. “Kyo, can you go to departure and get an auto ...