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"Everyday, I take out my sewing table and sit at this Paati. I see all kinds of people come and go in front of me. Some rich, some poor. Some with legs and some without, some laughing, some smiling....

"I am a simple man who sells vegetables. I have very little to give. But I always have a few extra garlic that I put on people's bags without them knowing." (Mohan Kumar Khaimali, Bhaktapur)

"Most of the land that my father had acquired during his life is gone. Some were sold and some divided between us brothers. We could not add much to what already he had but we have used his land...

When are are together we laugh more times than we cry.

To go back to work makes me happier.

I know he is doing this for our children so that they do not have to go through the same struggles like we have.

Sometimes, all you need is a couch.

As I grew up I came to understand about our society. Even today, we are treated differently.

Happiness comes and goes, sadness stays. That is life for me.

I think the pigs like what I cook for them. They eat everything without saying anything.

The Gauna was a big celebration for my husband and his father and mother, but not for me. That day I cried a lot. But what can a woman do?

In those years, people have changed and places have changed. But we, husband and wife, remain the same.

My husband stays at home and looks after the children. He fell off a roof and broke his leg and shoulder and he cannot do much.

Today's relief...

The water is gone father, and soon the floor will dry out too, do not worry, nothing is going to happen to us.

We all laughed and for a moment everyone let go of their worries. Moments like these reignite the gratitude in us for being alive.