“She must have met him at the bus park. Or in a hotel. I cannot talk about what I do not know of. She would come home after she walked out of the Tole. She would also bring money every day. One day she left and never returned. After she left, there was no one to look after my two daughters. After a day-long labor cleaning septic tanks, I would come home tired and my daughters would be waiting for me empty-stomach. And some of these days I would not have money so I would go to the market to ask for money with people to buy some grains to bring back home. With the generosity of strangers, my daughters go to a nearby boarding school. But I wish I could do more for them. I do not get work every day and I miss my woman. I am happy that my daughters are in school but I am not in a good place. The alcohol does not give any relief anymore. She came back once to visit me and her daughters and we were all very happy. But when I woke up, I realized I had a dream. I do not know whether to call its a good dream or a bad dream. I do not know the reasons for her to leave us. Was living here with us so difficult? Had I become unbearable? Was it because I could not buy her jewels? Or maybe it was because I could not earn a living for my family. There so many things I do not know.”