After my heart started to hurt, I moved to the district headquarters, Bahrabise Bazaar. I had to leave the village after having to go to the hospital for health check-ups repeatedly. I have been suffering from heart disease for 23 years. I am living my life with pain in my heart.

I thought it would work for a while, but I did it anyway. When I reached a point of collapse, in Chaitra 2075, I underwent an operation to repair the hole in my heart valve. The blood that had accumulated there was removed.

I did not have the money to do the operation. The donors became my God. With their help, my heart is now beating normally after treatment. My life has also improved. My permanent home is Barhabise-3, Dharpa. I am now 63 years old.

I live in a tent. That tent is also like a cold center in winter. The house collapsed due to the earthquake and aftershocks. Despite the damage, my name was not included in the grant given to the earthquake victims. On the one hand, I was homeless, and on the other hand, my life was disrupted by heart disease. Even the tent cannot withstand heavy rain and wind. There is no choice. What was not done to end this life? I worked as a security guard in Bihar, India for 7 years.

As soon as I returned from there, my heart started to hurt. I went to Gangalal Heart Hospital in Kathmandu for a health check-up. I needed surgery, so I did it. After that, the doctor also told me to come for health check-ups every month. But it costs 5 to 6 thousand to go to Kathmandu and get tested in the hospital. I have not been able to raise that much money, so I have not dared to go to Kathmandu. Now, medicine alone costs 2 to 3 thousand a month.

The money I saved after working in India for some time has been enough for 2/3 months. Even when I had money, I went to Kathmandu and was admitted to the hospital. It has been a year, I have not been to Kathmandu. Due to lack of money, I have not been able to go to a good hospital. I have been taking medicine from the medical center in Bahrabise Bazaar.

My wife Tara is working as a laborer to make ends meet after I became weak. Earlier, she used to work in a hotel. Now, she goes to work in a house here. We are surviving on the ten thousand she earns every month. Ration and water costs me four thousand a month.

I have to pay five thousand per year for the land where I have built a hut. I also have to pay the electricity and water bills. Many thoughts run through my mind. If I can build a house, get treatment in a good hospital and get better, these are the thoughts that come to mind.

I cannot walk much due to heart disease and asthma. I feel like I am going to fall asleep in the winter. I cannot bear the cold. A long time ago, Bahrabise Municipality had provided five thousand to build a hut. Since then, I have not gone to the municipality to ask for help.

At that time, I was very hurt when the employees of the municipality's administration branch behaved as if they had gone to beg. I returned with not only my heart but also my mind hurt. I have a daughter in my name. She is also married and lives in Kathmandu. She has a house. This is our sorrow.

I have a heart! Even though it is small like others, let's stay in a warm house and go to the hospital in Kathmandu for regular check-ups. Let's live a little healthier. But when it comes to money, it is difficult. It is not just a dream. It is not something that can be seen, it is something that needs to be written. It was like fighting a war to build this hut. It is difficult for us, the people of the earth, to survive.