“You want to hear a story. I will tell you a story as told by my mother. When I was born I did not move or laugh or cry. Whispers spread in the room about a still born. But after a few minutes, I started to move my leg. Mother and father were overwhelmed with joy. The moment of sadness and pity turned into a one of celebration. Today, though my mother is no more I am sure she rests in peace to see her almost stillborn son take care of her old husband who still remembers her everyday.”
– Shiva Gurung, Sirdibaas 2, Gorkha District
