Epilogue

"...Yesterday I ate momo," a girl swaying her big school bag left and right excitedly told her friends.

"Wah, really, how was it,"

"Tell us quick, does it taste as good as they say?" "come on tell us" Her friends crowded her with eager looks.

The whole walk to the school gate was filled with her tale of her momo outing and exited gasp of wonders from her friends.

"Hmmph...," a  snort came from behind them, startling them.

"I heard that momo is made of buffalo, you ate buffalo. Hey, listen all, she eats buffalo1."

The boy smirked while his lips curled upward. Thats what you get for flaunting in front of me, he thought. However, in his heart he too wanted to eat the fabled momo, which according to his elder cousins was very delicious.

While he was fantasizing about momo, he felt some one angrily staring at him.

The momo girl was staring at him like he was momo and wanted to devour him. "So what, we eat bufallo meat, we can eat it, my mom say."  Despite this she was blushing and could not maintain the stare, quickly running to her class. Making him speechless. Uncertain if she will ever eat buff momo again.

That was one of the first interaction with the most delicious food i have eaten in my life MOMO.
Me being that unpleasant boy.

Now buff Momo has become one of my comfort food, which I cannot get over. However, there are times when momo loses its taste while remembering a childhood incident.

Even though the incident happened without any real malice, I now feel guilty for shaming my schoolmate for eating buff momo. I hope she hasn't stopped eating momo or bear trauma because of that incident.

Author's note: Usually in terai buffalo meat is not accepted as a staple food, being eaten by certain caste (well that people say) so it is a social stigma for people specially for the Brahamin to eat bufallo meat.