“I am returning home after 3 months in Terai. Every year I collect herbs and medicines from the mountains and sell it in the plains. There is a market there. What can I do? I didn’t go to school and I don’t have the money to run a bigger business. So I do what I know, for at least this way, I can earn some money. This is what my parents and my grandparents did. I have to struggle but I am used to it. Hardship is our way of life. I never spend the money I earn eating at tea shops. I carry my own rations and every time I am hungry, I light a fire and cook. And I cannot afford a porter or a mule to carry my weight, for they will ask for money that I don’t want to spend. The money is for my children so that they can go to school. But this might be my last trip to the plains. I am growing old and my legs wobble as I walk.” (Sangmu Bhote Gangdokpa, Chyamtang, Chepuwa 4, Sankhuwasabha) ‪#‎StriveStruggleThrive‬