I was born in a remote area of Chitwan named Madi on
2037/02/07. I am the youngest daughter of my mother but I am the second daughter of the last of my father. My father has six children but my mother has only
three. I have an elder sister and an elder brother. My mother separated from my
father when I was one and a half years old due to an uncomfortable situation for her
and her three children with my father and a stepmother.
My mother was married to my father when my stepmother left
my father and started sitting in her maiti house. But later stepmother was
also taken by my father taking her on his shoulder and started sitting together.
Male never knows the pain of delivery of a female and they
never know how pain is felt by a mother when she could not feed her children. There
was too much physical torture and mental burden on my mother to bring us up
when she was living together. My mother had to work on the farm with my father.
Her work was to dig and carry the mud to make the land plain. We, three children
were small. We were born only two years gap. My Stepmother did not feed us on
time and she did not change our clothes when we excreta urine and stool in time.
She felt bored caring for us because she also had other three children of her own.
Therefore, my mother told my father not to live together and she began to live with her own children only.
My mother was illiterate. Her mother died when she was
10 years. She had two sisters. They all lived with their father. Her father
also died at her 25. She did not have anyone to help her from her own relatives.
But also, she struggled to feed us and educate us. My hands are trembling. My heart
is being socked to remember the events that touch my heart as a throne. I want to
thank my teacher Dr. Prem Phyak who inspires me to write my life from Madi
to Kathmandu.
My real-life started in a small house which was in
the middle of a farm where there is no facility for transportation, electricity, or health service. The basic level school was 10 minutes away from my house on
foot. There was a stream that should be crossed to reach that school. A library
is a store of knowledge from where we can gain knowledge that cannot be
stolen. But it was really sorrowful to say that there was no library in that
school. I did not know the importance of science lab, computer lab, and
language lab at that time. Now, I know why they need in school but there was
nothing in my childhood school. I can’t imagine that there is a school without
a toilet. What an unbelievable matter that there was a single toilet for teachers
but students must go near a stream for urination and stool. In the rainy season, the road was totally muddy. Sometimes
we, students slipped on the way where there was sloppy. The stream was flowing heavily
so we need to return home due to no bridge over the stream.
After one class, my father migrated us to Sarlahi where I studied for only one year. To pass one year felt like a long time because there was awful life for us. Only maize, sugarcane, and wheat can be produced so our desire to eat rice had to kill.
Male and females are different only in
the case of physical structures but there are barriers in the social norms and
values that we could not break because my brother was a small boy who could not plow the field. we did not get any help from our father. Thus, we came back to
Chitwan from Sarlahi just to get help to produce paddy and eat rice.
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