As soon as you say Baghmukhe Chulesi, Pyuthan's name comes up. It has now been introduced all over the country. However, there are few people who know me who makes Chulesi. Leaving aside the old generation, others should be made aware that I am the one who made the tiger-mouthed Chulesi.

I am in this village. However, the Chulesi made by me have reached abroad . The only thing I have taken abroad is India. I didn't visit there either . I went to earn at a young age . Now I have become like a frog in a well .

I was 16 when I went to India for the first time. I worked there for 17 years . I was already married before going to India. After Baje said 'I want to die by drinking water from the hands of my granddaughter and daughter-in-law', the family got Ray married to a girl from Mallarani Rural Municipality-4, Pandedanda. My house is also in Mallarani-4, Bhanjyang . Now I am 60 years old. When I was 12 years old, my father passed away within 7 days. Mother brought up suffering. I just returned from India. But the younger brother has not returned yet . Not even an emergency . Milo Bhai's family is also in India.

Because he was born in a poor family, he could not read . The school was nearby. At that time there was no need for Dalits to study. Parents had admitted him to school. But, I never went to school . Father passed away soon, being the eldest son, all the responsibilities came. After that, watching my friends go to school, I went to India. . I got to wear slippers for the first time at the age of 16.   

I went to India with my father Saila from the village . It was during the rainy season, the Jhimruk river was across the river . There was no bridge before. While watching by the river, a villager sang the song "Katam Kholi Ghaas, Rudai Kazani Lagad Barkha Maas" and I can still vividly remember that I was crying towards India. While working in India, the salary was Rs 1 per day . He used to earn 30 rupees after working for a month. To stay in the village, five crops of corn were not enough to eat for four months. 

After returning from India, I learned to make chulesi . The skills of that time have been used till now. The elder father taught him how to make Chulesi from kneading clay. His mantra was, 'If you learn skills, you can eat, otherwise you will die of hunger .' I learned to make Chulesi because of his fear . Now I have done it with salted oil. It has come to bring clothes and delicious food during the festival . Apart from that, nothing can be done differently. 

I have two sons and a daughter . Both sons are in India. Daughter is married. By making Chulesi, I made my children see eyes . Now that they are standing on their own feet, everyone is hungry. Old people and grandchildren live in the house . The eldest son and daughter-in-law were separated earlier. After the eldest daughter-in-law got married, I took care of the grandchildren. Suko has not seen her son's earnings. We are raised as old people. Didn't have to sleep on an empty stomach. Now living with grandchildren has added expenses. But it's still going on. The children are young . The cost is not much . 

What does it feel like to carry the burden of the elderly to the son? We have shouldered our own responsibility. After making one Chulesi, one month's worth of salt oil is spent.  A chulesi now sells for 1200 rupees. A chulesi is ready in a day . But to dry  It takes time . Earlier, 20/25 thousand was earned in a month . Now, after the demand in the market has decreased, the income has also decreased . Now even 5/7 thousand a month has stopped being earned. 

When there is no money, after saying 'Sahulai pakhnu hai', they believe a bag of rice . This is how life goes on. I have made an aran near the house . It has been 32 years since he started making Chulesi in the same Aran. Aaron is a temple to me. Skill is my God . Now I am the only one who goes to Chulesi in the village. I am also getting old . If I die, Chulesi will also disappear .