“How do I tell you my story? My father died and I became very sad. I was around him all my life, like his little shadow. And then mother passed away recently and I started seeing things. When brother left the house, I felt like, now that everyone’s gone, what’s the use? So every time I drank, I blacked out. Recently, I fell off a cliff and was taken to the hospital. There is still life in me. My father also lived a very hard life and so did my mother and I think it is my turn. I had my dreams but today I can’t move my shoulder and the pain in my neck is unbearable. What all plans I had made and look what happened.” (Man Bahadur Kumal, Kewul, Gumli)