“Father died. Mother died. The diseases do not have pity for the poor. I was tired of working as a servant for the big people of the village. And when everything became unbearable, I left for India. I toiled there for 10 years. And then both my eyes started to veil and I lost one eye to cataract. The only option I was left was to return home to my family. With the money I had saved, I managed to somehow built this house. I look at it and it gives me peace. It is nothing, just an old structure to provide shelter for my family, my children. I love my wife. I love my children. But you tell me, will only love suffice? Love does not feed. So my wife left to find work in Saudi, seven months ago. Here, for me, work is scarce with the limited skills I have. Most of the days are spent around the children. Sometimes my wife calls. ‘How are you? Have you been working? Is there work?’. I only tell her what will not disappoint her. Sometimes, I start to think and I just wish to leave everyone and go away. But I cannot. I love my wife. I love my children.” (Chandra Bahadur BiKa, Lekhnath 11, Kaski)