“My brother and I were inseparable. We went everywhere together. We ate in the same plate. We never fought. When he was late coming home even for half an hour I’d get worried sick and go looking for him. But he had started drinking. Someday from early morning. He would leave early and come home late drunk. One night he came home drunk and told me to leave the house or else. I don’t know what I did. After 30 years of living together. I was really hurt. I keep thinking what might have I done for him to ask me to leave the house. The next morning before I left the house for ever, I remember standing in the doorway, looking at the dark fields and thinking, ‘where will I go?'”

– Fujel Kumal, Thulgaon, Nuwakot ‪#‎revisitingthekumals‬