I am now 35 years old. When I reached this age, I experienced many misfortunes, injustices, atrocities and hardships in my life. I have lost many things, I have also won some things. My life is not a page of a novel but a chapter written with sweat for sure. In which there are sorrows, lacks, tears, laughter, hope-despair and bitter struggles.

I was 12 years old . It was an age to play and enjoy. I wanted to go to school with books. However, all those wishes were shattered like glass. Because at that age of bringing food, it was forced to become a bride and go to the groom's house. 

2058 On June 19, the country was crying with the news of the death of King Birendra's dynasty. At the same time, I was also crying when I had to go to a stranger's house as a bride . I got married to Shankar Kamat . He was also 15/16 years old . But, they were not illiterate and stupid like me. 

A heavy burden came to Kalila's hand carrying the book . I was never called by the school, I was always stuck in the housekeeper's school . Spent some time in Utsavartan, Jhadukucho . Then the responsibility increased even more, when children started to be born .  I didn't get to read

formally, but I read every aspect of life, sometimes with eyes open, sometimes with my mind. Home, husband, mother-in-law, children, morning stove, evening worries, all these started turning pages of my life . It was a dream to study and do something, to stand on my own feet. That dream was crushed like raw desire. 

Now Biratnagar Metropolitan City-2 is living in a settlement near the Keslia river. Our little mud house is . I wake up early in the morning, buy vegetables and sell them in the market. Sometimes I go to Barju to buy vegetables and sometimes I go to the market a little further. 

Before I used to run Hatia every day . When the corona epidemic started in 2077, then the lockdown happened. Hatiyas closed . At the same time, the possibility of losing our family's livelihood also started . Vegetables could not be sold for some months of the lockdown. However, when the lockdown gradually eased, I started selling vegetables by sitting near the village. It has been three years since I started doing that.

Now I sell vegetables on the pavement near Shadanand Chowk in Kanchanbari, about four kilometers from home. In the morning, I will go back to the west and sell . In the evening, when the sun begins to sink, I return to the east. Earning is not much . The Zenten family has come to run . Sometimes 15, sometimes 20,000 is saved in a month . That makes it difficult to pay the household expenses.

spends most on food . And in the education of children. All food items must be bought and brought. There is no farm, we are not independent. Husband works in a shoe factory . His income is not much, about 10,000 per month. So I have to take care of the household expenses. 

I have taught children in a private school. It's good because of lack of money. Sometimes we sleep hungry. But I didn't want to compromise on studies . Because I know that education changes people, knowledge erases differences.

Food costs more than 10,000 per month. School also costs 10,000. Fees are expensive in private schools. Despite suffering, I wanted to teach in English school. After teaching in an expensive school, the expenses will be incurred, what to do now ?

We have a family of eight. Me, husband, two daughters, one son, mother-in-law, father-in-law and our common dream . The elder daughter is married, but even after marriage she is studying. It makes me proud to see that. What I lost, my daughter didn't have to lose. Daughter's in-laws have understood the side, who helped her study again after marriage. 

Younger son studies in class 8 . Passing senior 12th and studying for diploma . Has also learned computer . In the morning, he drops me off at the market in Wike and goes to teach computers. Sometimes he also helps a little to run the household expenses . He is my pride, who always gives me the confidence to fulfill my dreams .