Love Note from My Friend Dearest Carla

Love Note from My Friend Dearest Carla

Love Note from My Friend Dearest Carla
My Dearest Deepa 
Yours was the first the kindess I felt in Surkhet. You are so happy, beautiful and brave; you sat right beside me and said, hello. You are genuine and welcoming and kind. You immediately invited Jenessa and I to your home.

A Beautiful Love Note from Elise Morano

A Beautiful Love Note from Elise Morano

Deepa,  
I am going to tell you a little story. One night while I was working in Peru, our mother walked into the kitchen after being away for a while. She saw your name Deepa Boharai, written on our ”Woman who inspires us ” ( Laslluyers qve Nas inspiran ) poster and asked the girl who you are.

Beautiful Message from Cal

Beautiful Message from Cal

A Message Note from Cal
Dear Deepa,
Thank you so much for letting me read your stones and poems. I hope that you will continue to write many more in the days and years to come. The world needs more from Miss Deepa Bohara.

A Message from my friend Bobby

A Message from my friend Bobby

A Message from my friend Bobby
Dear Deepa Bohara,

I don’t think I will get the chance to see you again before any time sets in this lovely country. I live in this lovely village. Your short story made me cry twice. Once for the story, and the events that shaped you, with rough hands, into the young woman so delicate that even your voice makes me smile. Second, for your writing, and the impact your family has on your life, mind, altitude, and philosophy.

Chapter Last: A Future Blossoms

A Future Blossoms

A Future Blossoms
When Gopal returned from India, his heart was filled with excitement and a sense of accomplishment. He couldn’t wait to share his success, and to do so, he had brought along boxes of sweets. These sweets weren’t just for his

Chapter 4: Navigating the Shadows of Expectations

Chapter 4: Navigating the Shadows of Expectations

Navigating the Shadows of Expectations

Our shop had its fair share of challenges. An untrained lady, hired for six months at a monthly wage of 6000 rupees, proved unreliable. She guarded her time vigilantly, her actions dictated by each passing minute, disregarding the needs of the shop. Our days continued; Gopal advanced to 10th grade, I progressed to 8th grade, Chanas to 7th, and Meghraj began his academic journey in the 1st class at J.P School.

Chapter 2: Going to School

Chapter 2: Going to School My brother Gopal began to grow older. When he was four years old my dad admitted him to a school in Nursery class. Gopal had a very difficult time focusing on studying and he knew nothing, for example not even a very simple thing like A B C D. He was going to school for 5 months and he failed the first terminal exam.

Going to school. Mummy also wrote the letter ‘A’ and asked him to write this letter. He tried a lot of times. He tried……….. tried but he couldn’t. Mom got angry and hit him on his head with her hand. Now Gopal wrote the letter ‘A’ even without looking at the book. “Mummy, look there! brother Gopal wrote the letter A,” I said. Mummy looked at his writing. Since that day he has been interested in his studies.