When Harry preys on Humbly tanka
Tanka Karki

There was a land, adorable beyond the heaven of angels. On top of that, there was a tiny cottage. A rainbow formed by the cascade of crystal clear water nearby that ran down in the serpentine move to the valley down below to the fields.
Flocks of birds in colors sang the melody nearby. Deer fawns playing in the pastures gives a glimpse of some sanctuary. Down below is a patch of fertile land. A gorgeous young lady lives in the cottage. She is so charming and beautiful that anyone would easily mistake her for an angel in heaven.
Despite the elegance, she is humble enough to take her beauty for the grace of God. She is content with her daily chores and is faithful to her husband. She is devoted to her religion and holds her faith intensely. Her husband calls her ‘humbly.’

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The only chance to woe Humbly in the pretext of her poverty was gone. Humbly’s husband was working and that meant the harvest was going to be good this year. Harry would never be able to con Humbly if she is prosperous. So why not, being a rich man, should he attack her at least once for the sake of his lust?

Regardless, life is not that easy for Humbly as it seems it is. Down there in the neighborhood lives another guy, Harry. He has been eying her beauty for a long time. If only he could, he would have eloped with Humbly in any moment of time. He would follow her every steps. Not only was her indifference towards him, her association with others in the locality also a matter of pain for him. He would imagine as if she was her mistress. Colleagues would admonish him for his aloofness towards his own home and obsession with somebody else’s wife. “Immoral, rascal.”
Any given chances she happened to see Harry, Humbly would greet him. “How are you doing Uncle Harry?” His ego would double down inside him by Humbly’s words. “The bitch is mocking at my youthfulness,” he would suck his teeth. He would love to hear the lady call him, “my love.”
Not long ago, Humbly was walking to her cottage after working the fields. It was dusk. An ambushing Harry leaped out from the bushes and longed for Humbly. Just like a tiger jumping on a meek fawn. Harry grabbed Humbly by her neck and pushed her to the ground. Humbly, in protest, scratched him on the face. It was a scene like Hindu epic Mahabharata, where Shakuni, the master of deceit would rob Draupadi of her garments.
Humbly’s husband was climbing up the hill with a plough on his shoulder while other villagers were following him behind. As he encountered the scene, he got rid of the plough and went for khukuri, a traditional Nepali knife stuck in the small of his back. However, Humbly’s husband had never killed even a rooster in his life. Other villagers joined him with whatever they had in their hands. Soon, Harry was seen taking off the scene and running for his life like a dog.
But, how come Harry did what he did like that? People were busy contemplating that night.
Harry was waiting for long time with hope that the Humbly’s poor husband could not sustain his family due to his deprived livelihood. He did everything he could to win Humbly’s heart. But when he saw her husband working on his field, Harry had to give away his patience. The only chance to woe Humbly in the pretext of her poverty was gone. Humbly’s husband was working and that meant the harvest was going to be good this year. Harry would never be able to con Humbly if she is prosperous. So why not, being a rich man, should he attack her at least once for the sake of his lust?

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