If I were. If I earned some money, I would make my parents free from their loans. I would make a small beautiful house for all of us. There would be no six tires on the roof and this time in the rainy season, the wind would not take our tin away from the roof. No water would come in from the holes of our tin. I am gonna change the status of my family.
A Real Victim of Isolation. My bed is mine, only mine this time.
After my 18 hours travel on a public bus from Kathmandu to Surkhet.
This time my brother can’t wake me up using his 10 fingers on my shoulders with a cup of tea early morning sitting next to me in my bed.
Neither I can make a tea for him and myself.
His heavy hands can’t give me a perfect massage on the next morning of my arrival.
The Story of a Nepali Girl
Hello, everyone! I am twenty-two year old girl, Deepa Bohara, from a small village of rural Nepal in Surkhet, a mid-western part of Nepal. I was born in a small family and we were three little kids like chickens from a hen at one time. I live with my mom and two brothers. My dad works in India as a security guard. He comes to visit us once a year. I miss him so much when he is not at home with all of us. My mom has a tailor shop where she works every day and makes beautiful kurtas for me as I wish. My older brother is a computer teacher at the Kopila Valley School. My small brother is in high school. I am a student of science focusing on biology. I just passed 12th grade in first division but am waiting for my 11th grade results because last year, I failed physics and chemistry.