No One

No One

The flood came without warning. In no time, the water was neck deep.

Published13 September 2017

Reading Time 2 mins

Author Stories of Nepal

Location Nepal

"My husband was a good hardworking man who loved his family. He used to sew jute sacks to raise us. That day, he must have been taking some rest under a tree. He must have fallen asleep and the tree fell on him. I lost him. After a few months, I came to know that I was pregnant with his second child. I gave birth to a son and he is 3 years old now and my daughter is almost 15. I tried to raise them with what little I have. But it is never enough with the money I make by washing dishes and sweeping floors. The flood came without warning. In no time, the water was neck deep. I asked my daughter to leave and I carried my three year old to safety. I was not able to take anything. When the flood left, l returned to see that almost all my things were gone. A few boxes of value I had collected are nowhere to be seen. However, life is moving on. The pity in peoples heart does not last for a long time. They have their own families to look after. But for me, the most difficult thing after the flood was putting up a tarpaulin for a roof. Only, if my husband was alive, maybe things would not have been so difficult. At least, I would have a man with whom I could cry away my troubles." (Sushila Chaudhary, Hatkhola, Biratnagar, Morang)

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