Growing up as a woman in Nepal, I have a story of my own. Since I was born as a girl my society had decided my future. Then I grew up in a community surrounded by higher caste, discriminatory people who didn’t respect me us. Women from my community were neither from a higher caste nor educated. Since the day I realized this, I decided that I can’t remain uncertain about my future, my goal, my voice for other girls like me who have been struggling every day for their rights in different corners of Nepal. …
Medicine, for me, is a part of life, but I have always hated taking it.
As a child I never wanted to take medicine, which tasted like a bitter gourd and made me feel like vomiting.
I never took medicine when I had a fever, stomach pain or a headache.
But in serious cases, my dad would stare at me and wouldn’t let me go until I took my medicine.
Sometimes I used to throw it out and act as if I took it and would drink a big glass of water.
I was in the 6 th grade when…
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.
I am in isolation with the isolated materials this time.
No one can come to me, touch me or hug me.
I practice “six-feet” social distancing.
When I was younger, I was never told not to cook. I’ve been cooking since I was 8, since my mummy used to come home late from work. Everyone likes the food I cook for them every day. Every day, they tell me that I am the best cook. But for those five days, my family can’t accept me: their own daughter, their own granddaughter, and their one and only sister.
I was only 12 years old. It was in November and it was cold and I was banished to my neighbor’s because we didn’t have a Chhau goth at…
I am a girl.
A girl in Nepal, in the beautiful mountains.
The sun is on the horizon.
I’m getting older and with the passing of time I start to feel like the world is set against me. I am a girl on the side of a river bed breaking stones
Morning to dusk washing dishes and clothes
Working, earning, in someone else’s home, in the fields, in a city hotel
Sleeping gin the alley between the big buildings, under a piece of plastic,
or in a mud house.
Somehow I feel like I’m falling.
I am a girl. I…
I met a woman on my visit to Kathkuwa last Saturday. After having a long conversation with her I was deeply moved. She made me realize again that women in Nepal have experienced real struggles in life. The day turned out to be very inspiring and motivating. Such a real struggle story is not easily found but if we try to reach out then it is not impossible.
My last Saturday was filled with fun, laughter and a bike ride up to Kathkuwa. I was going there for a Mega Tree Plantation with the Leo Club of Surkhet Bhairabsthan team…
Hello, everyone! I am a twenty-year-old girl (in 2017 AD), 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…