“It’s a beautiful morning.”
“Yes, yesterday’s storm cleaned the air of smoke and dust.”
“Are you alone?”
“It looks that way, doesn’t it?”
“I mean, do you have a partner?”
“Uy, uy, but how fast you go.”
“Life is short and it’s not a matter of wasting time.”
“Well, no, I don’t have a partner, but I’m still very young and I’m fine.”
“As beautiful as you are, I suppose it’s not because you’re short of suitors.”
“I noticed you from afar because you have a beautiful neck and very expressive eyes.”
“And you’ve got a lot of lip.”
“That’s what my mother says.”
“You’re not from Kathmandu, are you? Well, I don’t remember ever seeing you.”
“I’m sure if you’d seen me, you’d remember me.”
“I am from Patan, and more specifically from Pashupatinath. Only yesterday I decided to give myself a choreography up to here”.
“Why did you leave Pashupatinath? Didn’t the girls there listen to you?”
“On the contrary, I had them all crazy! But I think it’s important to travel a little. Besides, if I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have met you.”
“And now you’re going to tell me that as soon as you saw me, you knew you’d found your better half.”
“Wow, apart from being the prettiest, it will now turn out that you have mental powers, because you’ve taken the words out of my mouth.”
“Ha, what a nerve!”
“Caradura was until a little while ago, but right now I’m just a poor lover who surrenders to a goddess like you.
“Cheeky and with an unstoppable palique.”
“If you ask me to throw myself under the first car that passes, I will do so gladly because, to me, your wishes are orders.
“I’m sure if my brother came, you’d disappear for the salad.”
“You can be sure I’m not, because I’m not short of value. And if your father were to come, I would ask him for permission to court you.”
“My father won’t come because he died when there was the Great Earthquake.”
“The poor man was crushed to death when the largest of the temples in Durbar Square collapsed, but the rest of the family got to safety just in time.
“In Pashupatinath there was little damage and I don’t think anyone died. My mother says Shiva protected us.”
“Because Pashupati is Shiva’s appearance as a protector of animals.”
“How many things you know.”
“Yeah, I’m a guy with a little culture. Not like those who run around here wagging their asses, who’ve never been in a library.
“I was born in an attic in the Royal Palace.”
“Wow! So you could say you belong to royalty.”
“Ha, more or less!”
“Hey, how would you like it if we went for a ride to Swayanbunath?”
“It’s too far!”
“No way, we’ll be there in no time.”
“It would be dangerous because the sky is full of eagles.”
“Ha, those have a lot of wings and little brains! Besides, we’re faster than them, and if anything happens, I’ll protect you!
“You’re a little crazy, and you’re starting to fall for me.”
“Umm, I think we’ll end up with a lot of little kids.”
“I’m afraid so.”
“Let’s go,” said the young dove, taking flight after her lover as she thought:
“It flies well! I definitely think we’re going to have a lot of popcorn.
And they were happy, but they didn’t eat partridges, but the corn that the people visiting Durbar Square would give them.
DIVERGENT STORY, by Nando Baba