Baa! No regrets at all

One..one..ten..ten..eighteen..say eighteen. Even though sometimes I messed up the account of selling milk, it is still fresh in my memory that you insisted that it was okay .

I was dear to you leaving three sisters who read more than me. Typhoid, whooping cough or whooping cough did not take me away because I was your I was in the hospital in my lap.

I didn't cry when I injected penicillin and had to change the needle because you were the one with the needle . Despite coming forward, the rhinoceros did nothing to me and was afraid of you . ran away . I was also the one who ate rice with milk during famine after blowing my nose to hear that vegetables are bitter.

To be your tail, to make a cow, to draw a ditch, to build a dam, to move water in the field, to feed the cattle, to lose the profit of the grocery store. The work is not big or small, I can't steal and eat. Even today I am imbibing your mantra . I became a teacher before you by teaching new things learned from school . I became a leader before you, asking you not to ask me to pray when you read that smoking is harmful to health. Poor, farmer's daughter riding on your shoulders However, I was considered the first girl to study higher education. Among the 6 children, I grew up to be the most awkward, but the most cheerful because of you .

Just to grow up, like the thread of a kite, you took the wings of freedom and left me to wander in the sky . I did not have any doubt, doubt, question, any flow of what others told me. I decided to go to Jumla without informing you and from the Philippines After returning, I didn't notice except for the fact that I didn't get a job in Golmotel . Every activity of mine happened on time by letter and phone . After some time of conflict, even if it ends in agreement, the thing that is bothering me is that ``Jogi Bhai'' will suffer. Also, the most awkwardness happened with me at home because I had a stubborn habit of doing what I wanted to do at home. Let's not use plastic, let's not call a businessman who looks like he is of Madhesi origin 'brother'. Such were my rough lumps. In the same way, the first thing I talked about with my mother was drawing a picture with you about menstruation . In particular, I was a cultured daughter as society wanted and you didn't want to make me.

Hey, I never told you to talk about periods. I am listening to the program, listening to the talk on the media, watching, watching, witnessing your spontaneous participation in the menstruation discussion. You are the epitome of sharp memory, intelligence, easy learning, perseverance and hard work. Maybe poverty and orphanhood sharpened the blade, made it complicated . Struggle of Tuhuro of Lamjung Hill Before the Mahendra Highway was made, the journey from Jhapa to Salyan, Jumla, Baitadi entering and leaving India was no less than fighting in the Second World War . Proud of you bro .

You were not the father who said that he would get married if something went wrong. A friend who sleeps together, eats, fights, goes for a walk, spends a week together in the hospital. Trying to become your charioteer from a nineteen hundred and twenty rupees job at the age of twenty-nine was certainly not easy . You taught me to struggle, made me believe and climbed the mountain of sorrows like you I also . On your wrinkled cheeks I kept trying to draw the map of my happiness and success . You It started to make it easier to do things that are easy and that you like to do. I walk with you. Fly . Crossed the borders of the country . Witness what I am doing, what people I am associating with Baa you are yourself . You are my living God, and also my mother since 2065.

I didn't go to civil hospital to wait for being sick, which you knew . The constitution was being written, I was running on a ``relay fast'' to include the question of ``gender equality and social inclusion'' in the constitution where you would come to deliver and pick me up . You were the witness of every protest event for equality. Be it Occupy Baluwatar or Bhadrakali's hunger strike or peace dharna, you are the witness of all.

But Ba was not a witness when I fell from a horse in Sunnygaon, Jumla . I went home to Gauriganj, Chitwan with my father. Long residential experience after giving SLC . After my mother's death, I had no job. The materials that I used to use had not only changed but I was also afraid to use them. For whose happiness I saw my happiness, they were not taking it. I was slowly feeling powerless . You were my only unconditional love or support. I was waiting for your consultation as I was doubting the model family.

There is no doubt, while half of the land in your name has been transferred to my brother's name without even informing me and the 3 sisters above me. I was clear - according to the constitution, this ancestral property will be mine in two parts after the remainder. The family will understand . But during the first lockdown of covid, the issue came out in front of my brother-in-law, sister-in-law and sister-in-law . I said, ``Property should be as much as the law allows, otherwise I will be forced to fight a legal battle''. I told you this for the first and last time in my life over the phone.

Equal rights in ancestral property was a constitutional right . Whom will I give my wealth to, when and how often, I will give up my rights and eat as much as they give, I will become cultured. Finally I fought a legal battle .

What was written in the constitution, the judge decided the same. Me, you and your sister who stood by you probably invested to see this day . Baa, for me it was just another one of the hundreds of mistakes you have. I don't remember-I took even a single rupee from you by tricking, persuading, and threatening. And I have done this legal battle for my own sake rather than by desire, by someone. It was done with the help of a legal expert whom you have known and trusted. You have followed the example of those who fought alone against injustice . What I believed in, what I preached, what I fought for, I just used it. More than you, I have a problem with the discriminatory thinking of an unmarried daughter . I don't mind it one bit, ba .

But sometimes I'm not ready to believe that the environment to reach this extent happened because of an ideal child like you . Somehow, it seems that you have not fallen into the clutches of those who say, ``You have studied and rotted,'' and you have made a mistake by teaching. The society in which I grew up is considered noble, educated, considered revolutionary, travels from country to country, that society is not ready to practice ``equality'' and ``women's rights'' given by the constitution. . They are rooting out the seeds of their daughters' right to equality by making you a victim and a poor girl.

Ba, I hope that those who are sitting against me will not deliver this article to you, but their daughters will read it . One day they will break the circle of 'cultured daughters'. I believe - that day you will be proud of me again .