Stories

Thinking about the future can be menacing to a youth who is born into an age in which all one hears is the countdown to the end of the climate as we know it.

She is already very smart. Maybe a bit more than I am and that is what I want. A smart daughter.

I am my parent's only son and because of that, I have received special treatment all my life. My parents are sheepherders.

I and my sisters went to school maybe for a few days in a month. The teachers would ask why we were not in school. “We do not have money for books and paper”, we would reply.

I sell tea. But I also go to school. When I grow up and when I can read and write better, I am going to ask all the old and the young people.

Mother and father never showed me their tears. I knew they to sell a piece of land to buy gold and prepare the dowry money.

My grandfather performs shamanic rituals at home to treat people in the community. He has been doing it for a long time.

Our village comprises mostly of Magars, families from the Dalit community, and a few Gurung families. I still hear stories of how, back in the day.