“I remember my mother had broken her arm. And from that day I had to look after the house. Mother could not do the household work and so it became my responsibility. That was the end of school for me. I must have been no older than 10. Every morning when kids my age passed by me with their bags and uniforms, I would be broomimg the house. But when I had sometime off work, I would quietly take out my brother’s book, find a corner and read the stories. I loved the stories and the pictures and I imagined the kids in those books was me. They were so happy, the pictures and their houses were so nice. Reading those books and spending time with these stories was the happiest I have been, I would feel at peace, until I was called back to the kitchen again.” (Doma Sherpa, Ekuwa, Sankhuwasabha)