A hungry stomach and needs do not tell a different country. I came to Nepal 16 years ago with my husband. My birthplace is India. However, since I came to Nepal in search of work at a young age, now I feel that Nepal is my home. Rather, India seems like a dear country.

We came to such a beautiful country with a big dream . My dreams and desires came to a standstill when my husband, who brought me here after thinking that I would spend my life with hard work, got sick. He has a problem with stomach ache . I don't know what the disease is. I don't even have the money to go to a better hospital. So he has to bear the pain . For a long time, the responsibility of taking care of my husband and two children is on my shoulders. 

Who would give me a job abroad without reading and writing? That's why now I am running the household expenses by burning corn. Before this, we also ran a vegetable shop. At that time, after my husband fell ill, we were forced to leave the shop as we had no money to buy vegetables. After making two/four paise with a small investment, I started selling corn. I have been making a living from this for four months. Little investment and little space is not required. 

You have to do business sitting on the street . Corn cannot be burnt near houses in the city. Housewife scolds that the house will be black . Choose the open road and bear the sun. Where is the happiness there? City police and staff chase . After seeing it sitting in the street box, the city police will pick up the goods and take them away. 

My mother-in-law is in India. Now we have only one son, one daughter and husband living in Pokhara . My relatives are also in India. However, there will be no one to support you in your sorrow. That's why I don't even want to remember Maiti . There are many relatives. What to do, no one will help you in your sorrow. It's okay for me to hide the eyes of the municipality again . There is an obligation to sell green and burnt corn husks secretly. We are not comfortable doing Nimukha. 

I bring 40/45 corn every day from the vegetable market in Prithvi Chowk, Pokhara, paying 13/14 rupees per bag. I sell the corn brought in that way for 40 rupees. Not all maize is always sold. All corn is sold and the income is 6 to 700 rupees a day. With this income, I buy dal, rice, green vegetables, salt, oil and marmalade.

After selling corn all day and earning a little, I return home in the evening by buying what is finished in the kitchen . It is also a problem to buy new clothes once a year with the income from burning corn. Children try to eat fish and meat. However, I cannot buy and feed them whenever they want.

We have lived in an expensive city like Pokhara. There is a lot of talk about the price here. Currently, I am teaching my two children in Janapriya Secondary School located in Pokhara-8. Now the son is studying in class eight and daughter in class seven. We old people have a dream to make up for the suffering they got by teaching their children a lot . Since he is not able to work, the husband worries a lot about the children's education. I couldn't even recognize the letters. Got married at the age of 14. I came to Nepal with my husband at the age of 16.

Since coming here, we have been living happily in Pokhara. Even after 16 years of coming here, I could not do anything. However, I am doing my best to ensure that my desire to teach my children does not end under any circumstances .

I have forgotten the rap of fire with the desire to give jobs to my children by teaching them on campus . However, when there is no money to buy a pen and paper for the children, there is no choice but to beat their chest and cry. At that time, the heart is very sad . Children do not agree to go to school on days when there is no pen and paper. It hurts more at that time.