Reward on the day of Dashara by Mohan Adhikari
We rode through the neighborhood and an old man greeted us, “Hi, guys good morning.” After he spoke, I asked with curiosity, “What are these huge pumpkins and costumes for?” I heard about Halloween from that wonderful man. It was only my second month in the United States. I was a long way from Nepal.
Cornhill was welcoming Halloween with huge pumpkins and decorations everywhere. Riding our bicycles on clean streets, under the red sun, towards the beautiful Genesee River was so refreshing and full of joy. The view of downtown Rochester, from the river trail with the rays of morning sun on the buildings, reflected from the water, was spectacular. It was the most pleasurable moment I had ever had.
We continued cycling towards the Genesee Valley Park. It really was a perfect day and a perfect way to celebrate Dashara, one of the biggest Hindu festivals, by hanging out with friends. Greetings from cheerful people made us feel great. It gives great feelings of respect and love when strangers greet you with a smile. Our short journey made us realize how wonderful these American people are and how rich their unique culture is.
We were in the compound of University of Rochester, cycling on the riverside. Something familiar on the road caught our attention. Yes, they were pears all over the road. The same trees, same leaves but more fruits than what we had seen in Nepal. My friends were jumping to reach those pears. I got one too. It was so juicy that juice ran down from my mouth on my first bite. I had never eaten pears of that taste before. The taste was as wonderful as the beauty of Rochester. Meanwhile an American couple noticed us jumping. “Hi guys, what are you guys doing? Those may be poisonous” the man said. “They are pears that they sell in the store,” said my friend. Then his wife asked to taste one. “Oh! My goodness, this is so good,” she said. She said she had been walking by those trees almost every day since she was married 2 years ago and had never noticed them before. She said, “Thank you guys for letting me know what I was missing on my morning walk all these days, so fresh and healthy fruits from the tree.” They took some pears in a plastic bag with them. We continued on our journey again, feeling so proud of ourselves.
A cool breeze of air on our face and body was trying to resist our motion. But we continued on, exploring the unnoticed and noticed beauty of Rochester. The big day of Dashara became so worthy with the great feelings and a lifetime memory of exploring this small region of Rochester.
Rochester is so beautiful in every aspect which can’t be seen from the windows of a car. Every thing we come across has its own beauty, making Rochester a beautiful city to live in. Pears, the Genesee River Trailways, Cornhill and the wonderful peoples of Rochester rewarded us on the day for skipping school on the day of our big Hindu festival, day of Dashara.