Not only me, but many Dalit communities in our district do not have their own land for farming. Since we do not have land to cultivate, we have traditionally depended on labor. We have been forced to earn a living by doing labor for generations.

There are two side plots of land in the name of the land. A small field in another place was also washed away by a landslide. Until a few years ago, our family lived in a small shed on our land. Later, the government built a two-room house through the public housing program. We are now in the same house. No matter what crop we plant in my side plot, we do not produce more than 10 kg. Since we do not have much land, farming is limited to that.

There are 6 people in the family. There are three daughters and one son. The eldest daughter is married. The rest of the children are studying. It is difficult to make ends meet. On the other hand, I am worried about how to teach and educate the children. Sometimes I do not even sleep well due to this.

There is also a husband. He also leaves for work early in the morning. He returns home only at night. She has the skills to plant a house and plow the fields. 25 years ago, while crossing the Bheri River in Dolpa, she fell from a boat and seriously injured her head. Since then, her health has been poor. Nevertheless, she works as a laborer. We run the house together.

It has been 27 years since we were married. Since then, the work of two joipoi has not stopped. Now, it will be over after death. I am 40 years old now. The sorrow is still the same. A child was born. My health is not good because I did not get to eat nutritious food along with rest during childbirth. Even after childbirth, my back and neck did not get rid of the weight. I remember carrying a fifteen- to twenty-day-old baby in my arms and pounding pebbles to feed myself and my family.

Women who are giving birth rest for months in the city market. I hear that they eat spicy food. I can't even eat a full stomach without sweating. That's why my health is weak now. I suffered for many years from the problem of my uterus falling due to carrying heavy loads during childbirth. I had an operation two years ago. I am fine now, but I can't work bent over for a long time. My back hurts. Still, I have to go to work. Sometimes I feel like leaving everything behind. No matter where I run, where will poverty leave me?

The poor suffer a lot from hunger. They suffer equally from the pain of their children. They study in government schools. Everything is free except for paper and pen. Sometimes I feel like crying when I can't even afford the pen and paper I need to buy. When I reach this age, I have spent many nights without food at home and even hungry.

Even now, I go to the villages to work. I have been earning my living by bringing rice, maize, and sorghum as wages. Just a few days ago, a niece brought a sack of rice from a relative and celebrated Dashain. I have said that I will return the rice after working for two or three days. For the poor and suffering like us, even when festivals come, it feels like Dasha has come. If you can't feed your stomach properly for a single meal, what can you expect from other sweet, delicate and good clothes during festivals!

There is nothing greater in the world than money. Sometimes I grind rice to feed my family. Sometimes I carry heavy loads. Sometimes I visit villages. When festivals come, children also yearn for delicious food. Seeing the delicious food of others, they say that they also want the same. Later, after explaining the situation properly, they understand. Due to poverty, their desires and wishes have already died. The feelings of their children are also dying along with them.