“I run mules from one ward to the other. But sometimes there is nothing to carry so I spend my days idle, listening to songs and thinking about what could have been and what should have been. With the money I make, life in the village is difficult. I do not have a father and I have to contribute to the family. But I am doing what I can. It feels good to return home with money. And that is probably what makes me happy today.” (Phufu Chungda, Ghyapla, Taplejung)
