If I was rich, I would have been relaxing in a big house. Where is comfort written on my skull?
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After not writing for a while, there will be no happiness. For the poor, comfort is a dream. In the advertisement, what is in the account should be fulfilled. It has been more than 40 years since I started wandering the streets of Gularia with a load of firewood on my head.
Now, even in 68 years, the weight of firewood has not stopped . There is a house in a hut built on the road side of Ailani land located in Gularia Municipality-7. If I was rich, I would have been relaxing in a big house. Where is rest written in my skull? He has the responsibility of caring for 14 people at the age when he needs care.
Even selling a heavy firewood is Mahabharata . I walk 5/6 kilometers daily with a heavy head in the scorching sun . From Gulria, Tulapur, Belauli, Manakamana and Santoshi tol to the District Coordination Committee office. Being old, it is tiring to swing like this . Even if you are tired, if you are heavy, you will not be allowed to stay in the evening because you will not be able to eat. If firewood is not sold, there is no money to buy pulses and rice. Children sleep hungry on the day they return home empty-handed. The example of family starving is not new to me. Sometimes I can't sleep all night thinking about the price. Moreover, let's start the work if we have neither skill nor investment.
I get up early and run to the market with a heavy load. If it is not sold by noon, I will return home to eat with a heavy weight in a place in the market . As soon as I finish eating, I go to the firewood place and try to sell it. If something is not sold by the evening, I will bring it home. In winter, firewood is consumed more for heating and cooking. In winter, up to 4 loads of firewood are sold a day . They use gas today and tomorrow in the summer. It is hardly difficult to cut even one heavy firewood in a day . I sell a heavy firewood for 250 to 300 rupees .
Collecting firewood is equally painful. Cannot be collected in own country . We bring firewood from the Murtiha forest in India, 5 km away from home . Eldest son, two daughters and wife go . In the Indian forest, you can bring firewood for burning only after doing work (begari). 500 per person per month should be paid to the "Munsi" of the forest for this. My job is to sell the firewood they have collected from India . 2 sons, 5 daughters, a daughter-in-law, 4 grandsons and 14 people have a family. The eldest son has studied up to 4th and the younger one has left up to 3rd standard . There are 4 grandsons from the eldest son . My daughter did not go to school after reaching 9th grade. Now the younger son is learning to cut hair. He has not earned it.
We are living in a small hut . The government is doing it as if it doesn't see our pain. No one is watching . Earlier, when the road was narrow, the courtyard of the house was wide . At that time, we used to sleep in the yard with cots. Today the road has been widened. After narrowing the courtyard, we are confined inside the hut . My earnings are not enough to buy uniform clothes for anyone in the family .
Mankari gives clothes during the festival . That's why we cover Zenten Laj throughout the year. Selling firewood earns 14/15 thousand a month. All that can be done by buying pulses-rice, salt, oil, vegetables and spices. You have to wait for the festival to eat fish and meat. If you have money, save it. If someone in the family is sick, there is no way to take them to the hospital. At that time, the villagers collect donations and send them to the hospital.
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