After spending few long, cold and foggy days, wandering the alleys of the Old Butwal, I couldn’t wait to see sunshine, until I saw one. Her name is Bisha Pariyaar. More Stories “I do not have good childhood memories. My mom died when I was in class seven. I could not study … “I was born in Okhaldhunga, a place located in the eastern hills of Nepal. I was 2 years old when … “I cannot keep up with my son. He is just 18 months old and he keeps me running. Despite his … “For some reason, my eldest sister lived with our maternal family. We were five sisters and I was the second. … “The days of the past are long gone. The ways of the past are long gone. Punishments that we would … “He says he wants to be a police officer and he is just 4 years old. I do not know …