”Sometimes I sleep with my stomach closed in the hope of getting paid the next day”

Shrawn 1, 2082

Narayansinha Dhami

”Sometimes I sleep with my stomach closed in the hope of getting paid the next day”

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The age has gone by saying that you will earn, eat delicious food, and bring good food. They didn't have big dreams and still don't have them. It is a great achievement for an unemployed person like me to get a job for one day. To work. It will eat hands and feet. By suffering as much as possible, I can earn two to four money and support my family. Dreams, desires, goals, whatever they are, that's all.

I am now 50 years old. In the journey of such a long life, there is no memory of taking a deep breath and laughing with the Jahan family. Sometimes I force a smile on my lips . It started to get old looking for a job . When will the day of rest come for the likes of me?

I was born in Sigas Rural Municipality-2, Ganjari of Baitadi. Parents must have been happy when he was born. Ever since I started to come to my senses, then I understood the suffering of village life . And I didn't want to live a life of lack. I came to India to work at the age of 20-22. It was a tradition to go to India to earn from the village. When I went abroad for the first time, I had a dream of 'earning a lot of money'. There was hope to be able to eat a full stomach even though suffering. When I reached India, I realized, 'suffering is the same everywhere.' I worked there as well. Heavy load of bricks-sand . Earned two to four money, and then returned to the village. 

I started looking for a job in the district for a long time. Now I have two sons, a daughter and a wife with me. It is the responsibility of their upbringing . I came to Dadeldhura after working hard in my district. I have been working here at the headquarters for five years. I am spending my days working in shops, warehouses, houses under construction. Be it gas cylinders or cement sacks, sticks, rice, pulses, whatever, I carry them home and load/unload them in the vehicle . This is called 'labor work' here. 

I have rented a small room in Dadeldhura headquarters. I pay two thousand rupees per month. I wake up in the morning and start the day with a normal tea . Sometimes I cook dal on gas . When will the bread be cooked? When you are in a hurry, you have to go to work after chewing. There are many days of such haste. 

I can't say that I don't have a desire to eat sweet food, but instead of that desire, I have become accustomed to having enough food to fill my stomach . Sometimes, after working all day, I remember the day when I boiled noodles instead of rice to cook rice. But sometimes there is no rice, no remaining gas, no money . At that time I borrow rice from a nearby shop and cook. Earnings are not constant . One day 1500 rupees will be earned . I feel like I am the happiest person in the world when I earn a lot. Such happiness does not last long . The daily earning rate is 3/4 hundred rupees. From that I make salted oil Joho for morning tea, lunch and dinner. There are so many options in the market for heavy haulage these days. So there is not much income. 

The saddest thing is sometimes it doesn't work. I go out looking for work at 7 in the morning, I have to go to the market all day and come back empty-handed in the evening . On such days, I have to sleep after drinking cold water. I used to fall asleep with my stomach closed in the hope of tomorrow's salary . If I save money, I sometimes go home . From here you have to walk to Ganjari. So there is no need for travel expenses. Sometimes I send some expenses for my wife to the village people I met in Dadeldhura. 

Now the children are studying . I could not go to school, life became like school. Working in the sun all day, chewing bread at night, and sleeping worrying about tomorrow . This was my education . 

The taste of life is salty. Sometimes it seems like a dream to be sweet. But I have started looking for self-satisfaction in that too . I know, I am not someone's debtor, not the owner . But I am a person who earns bread of honor by selling sweat . You never know where life will lead you. But as long as I have breath, I will carry this burden . And even if I sleep hungry at night, I wake up the next morning and am ready to carry the bag of rice again .

Presentation: Tarkaraj Bhatt

Narayansinha

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