By Nawami Gurung As I do my chores and half of my leisure time is gone, the other half is always for classes I have a look at my father who stares at me from afar He neither says he'll help me nor does he say I can take some rest, at least Instead, he gestures sometimes as if he is annoyed when my task isn't completed on time I don't say a word but deep down I wonder about his guidance when he orders me to clean He never says a word, neither do I but deep down I wish disparity didn't exist!...