My father requested my company on his usual morning walk by waking me from an abrupt sleep and then I complied reluctantly. The night before had been a war against the mosquitos who just wont quit due to which my eyes to seem to criticize every thought of a walk but then I quickly washed them with water and was ready to go. Silently we traversed new roads until my father met an acquaintance and greeted him by saying ‘Ram Ram’. They spoke at length about business while I stood there as a feast to the mosquitos. Noticing my irritation to the blood-sucking devil, my father retired from his talks and resumed our walk. Further on our walk, my father insisted on knowing about my plans after college which I hastily avoided, knowing very little myself, and replaced it with plans of my brothers college education which is due in two years time. We traced our steps around Gargaria Pokhra before entering it; it was a change of scene altogether, with cleaner air for the lungs and pleasanter view for the eyes. An unnatural green lake stood before us and on the sides people were enjoying a morning stroll, mostly men. We resolved to walk along them, finish a round and depart to the vegetable market place. We were cruising past people or the other way around but it all seemed to end very swiftly. The vegetable market place is situated besides a temple, which I later came to know as Gahawa Mai Mandir, is rather a stingy place to sell vegetables. Vendors sat at both sides along stinking drains with their jute caskets of vegetables and frequently splashing water on it to attract freshness. The mosquitos seemed to work about their chores ceaselessly and people too without complaining. No item was bought at the price demanded for my father is a hefty bargainer and once he had bought what was demanded by my mother, he handed me all the bags and we exited. We took the main road to Mahisthaan where my father stopped before a Hanuman temple and folded his hands before his chest to pray while I looked about the white marbled shrine. He avoided the feat of removing his shoes but paid his respects from outside and many like him walked by the temple, motioning their hands up and down from their forehead to chest like Christians, a gesture of respect to the deity. We bought the last item on the list by the temple steps after which I was tired enough for the day and resolved to go back home, so I requested my leave and left him to the company of his friends.