Married for 22 years
I was twenty five
Living in Kathmandu, getting old
And my sister called me
And said, you have to come home
I have the woman for you
So I got on my motorbike
And I drove, two days straight
Through the rain
Like a hero in an Indian movie
And I got to the village
And my sister said, she’s in there
Go to her
And I went in the room
Right away, she turned her face away
Covered it, sat facing the wall
Hours, hours
She wouldn’t turn, or speak, nothing
I tried all day
I say to my sister, she won’t look at me
My sister said, wait
Come back the next day.
I come back the next day
Same thing
Two days later
Her family finds out, they’re upset
They’re coming to get her
I take her on my motorbike
And I drive, two days straight
Far away, no one can find us
Still, she covers her face
Now I get nervous, did I make a mistake?
What if she has a boil on her face
Or something
What if she is ugly
You know
But its too late, I have already taken her
It's just the two of us
Slowly, slowly
She uncovers her face
A little bit at a time
And soon I see
She is the most beautiful woman