Rainfall. Clouds in the sky. Housekeeping, firewood and fairs. If you don't do this, the buffalo will cry. husband abroad One son is studying in 12th grade in Kathmandu.

Crossing the Ankhu River from Dhadingbensi, above Salyantar Chichhol, there is a place called Bangepipal-Baseri of Gangajamuna Rural Municipality-6. That's where Parvati Didi lives.

Our team got the responsibility of bringing him to the village and capturing his experiences and experiences on video . Or let's say my actions led me there - to see Parvati Didi's story.

While searching for that story, we were moving along the slopes of Budhigandaki, crossing Salyantar. Salyantar, which seemed to be - even the soil is truly generous, which seeks to embrace the sky. As the face was pinched by the cold water from the river flowing down, not only the body but also the heart was trembling. 

And all of a sudden my mind flew to my Lamjung's Dordi Serofero, Manjang . It reminded me of the belauti that my mother used to bring to the market when she went to the fair. I also remembered the little Vishnu who was carrying a load of grass and firewood. I left the village only after giving SLC, Suseli in my eyes was pointing towards the memory of Dordi . Sometimes when you reach a place, not only the scenery, but also the geography buried in your mind wakes up. 

Before reaching Baseri, I had found my own childhood.   

After reaching Baseri, I felt that I am entering the depth of life, not a geography. I reached the slum, where a woman had built her own little world . After seeing sister Parvati, I felt like my brother had gone to sister's house . It was a sweet meeting like Maiti and Cheli met after years. When Teej was about to come, it was as if he went to his house to pick up his sister. It was also surprising. What is the mind remembering . 

Parvati standing in front of her eyes was shaking, was holding a saw . She had gone to the fair. She gave a warm welcome while touching her hair and smiling.

Parvati Karki . Even though the name seems simple while listening, an extraordinary life struggle is hidden in him.  

While listening to his life, I felt enjoying that sweet hospitality - this is not a novel, not even a movie script . It is a living story, every chapter of which is written with tears and struggle. Undistracted and unbroken .  

Parvati Didi put the food in Angeno by raking the floor. She broke the green corn of the inner garden and put it in the ground. I started a affair with him . When my mother came late from the fair when she was a child, she used to pulverize corn like this, saying that her Vishnu was hungry. Looking at Parvati Didi's face, that tenderness, that quiet affection - I always saw my own mother in her.

But within that warmth, a deep pain was hidden . In the earthquake of the year 2072, she lost her sleeping little month-old son who never woke up. The house that was ready to move was also destroyed. Along with the house, his arms also collapsed. Burying that pain in her heart, she is holding on to the bridge of life . A bridge tied with ropes of unshakable, tireless effort .

I remembered the bridge of Andheri river in that village . The longest suspension bridge in Nepal. Parvati Karki's life has been extended as well, and as strong as a bridge. Sometimes I thought that the earthquake might have destroyed the house, but it could not destroy his courage. 

The husband went to work abroad many times . But he has not been sent abroad till date. The body has never been healthy. In the meantime, this couple did not start their own business after returning to Kathmandu. After going to the grocery store opened by Zenten Joho, after having sunk millions, the old man and the old woman chose the same goods and fairs again. 

Husband in foreign employment, son studying in Kathmandu . A woman health volunteer in the village. In the afternoon fairs, in the evening when the house is done, the volunteers . The circle of life was constantly turning, no respite from weariness, no facility to stop .

Parvati Didi keeps buying Ncell's ``Basic Renewal'' pack of 99 rupees to talk to her husband who is abroad. From there she automatically participated in the 'Sadhai On Crorepati' scheme . She did not think that life would play such a game. Now she said with a smile, 'Life sometimes gives unexpected blessings.' Keep working, don't give up faith. Today, that faith has brought me here.'

Today she has become a millionaire Parvati . Only one lucky winner will receive a bumper gift from Ncell. 

Her response, the most profound of words, was, 'Now you don't need to embezzle your husband's sick body to pay the debt. Let's do something together in Nepal. We invest in our son's education .'

How simple but profound goal .

I eagerly began to listen to the story of the gift.

For the first time the phone has been called all day. While going to the fair, the phone of Parvati Didi, who had left her mobile phone at home, did not pick up. The phone rang late in the evening.

'You have been awarded in Ncell's Always On Crorepati scheme . Come to Kathmandu on Monday,' came a message from Ncell.

She did not believe that such calls would be 'scam' and asked the name of the caller. After getting the name of the Ncell representative who called Maiti, she believed it lightly and said that she would come later due to the chaos of the fair. He got a big prize and was asked to come to Kathmandu on Monday. After the phone call, the house was consulted. She made her husband lie down on the phone. And it was decided to go to Kathmandu.