Many people ask me what life is like bro. At that time, I become najwaf. This is the question that I find the most difficult. I am now 36 years old. In my mind, I keep wondering who could have used the name of Nwaran. But where is the work being done according to the name in our country!

My name is Dhan Bahadur who has trouble eating and drinking. According to the name, it would be crazy! But what to do, didn't happen .

I was born in Doba in Annapurna Rural Municipality of Myagdi. At that time, we had the only house in the village . When I was born, my parents celebrated with great joy! It was organized by Bhater! The things that my mother told us sometimes come to mind . Laughing, playing, kicking was my daily routine at that time. But, at the age of 7, I suddenly collapsed . At that time, there was no hospital near the house. Let's not say that I survived even though I didn't get treatment! After that I couldn't walk . For two years, I used to crawl around the house and yard. I was able to stand after I was 9 years old. I began to shake my legs. 

It has been almost 8 years since Kushma migrated from Magdi. It is not possible to walk with the soles of both feet. There is a problem of swelling of the feet due to having to walk on the toes. Swelling causes tinnitus pain. Kushma did not do Ilam until 3/4 years. I used to beg in the market with outstretched hands. I felt that life would not go on even if I always asked for the same place . Go ahead and do something yourself . I went to Kushma Municipality and expressed my grief. The municipality gave a small basket . It has been four years, I have made a living by selling vegetables and fruits in the same basket. 

I get up early and carry carts in the Kushma market . Pushing, reaching house to house, standing in front of the door and saying 'buy vegetables'. After hearing my voice some will come and buy . Many ask only for the price . Because of the hot sun, if you walk around swinging the basket, the vegetables will dry up and rot quickly . If you buy it in the morning and don't sell it until the evening, it will go to waste . When vegetables rot and have to be thrown away, the heart is broken . I have cried many times. 

is not easy to handle. I stop after walking ten steps . I take a long breath to forget the pain in my legs and push the cart again . Now all the shops in the market keep vegetables for sale. Again, they bring vegetables from the village to Doko to sell. Even though vegetables are not sold as before, a Funko Thela has not stopped shaking in the market . In this way, there is a business of 2/3 hundred per day.

Seeing a 'disabled' person walking to sell vegetables in a cart, tourists coming from outside may also provide some financial support . I say, "Bring vegetables equal to the money you have given, otherwise bring bananas and apples." But, they say "don't" . "We have supported your hard work, not you," is their answer. Now how to tell how much is earned in a month ? I have hardly been able to put my hands in my mouth in the morning and evening. This is my happiness . 

Social Security Allowance comes to Rs 2,000. The amount of allowance is enough to buy medicine for me. I take medicines for diabetes and arthritis. I buy dal-rice, salt-oil, marmasala with the income from selling vegetables and fruits. Household expenses are around 10,000 per month. Sometimes I like to wear new clothes . Buy and wear at that time. If not, what is the interest of the peddler in clothes and ! 

My sister also lives with me for three years . After her son-in-law went abroad, she said, "Brother, I am coming to Kushmai". I also said eyes . She has run a small grocery store. After my sister came, I felt comfortable . Mother passed away three years ago. I went home when my mother passed away. Father stays alone at home . I want to go to the village and live with my father! But it becomes a burden . I can't do anything . Dad is more worried about me . So since I moved to the city, I have lost the desire to go back to the village.