“To not have your own land is a curse. But it is not the earth that rejected us, it is ...
Aftermath
I had visited Terai to meet the survivors of the Terai Floods of 2017. The following are the stories from the people affected by the floods.
This time my journey into Nepal has taken me to the southern plains of the country where recently the monsoon floods have wrecked havoc. Even though this is a natural disaster due to excessive rain, the sufferings of the people who reside in these communities are at many times fuelled by the prevalent social ills of inequality and injustice in our societies. We can always google the statistics of the damages but not stories, so I will be spending my time here walking along the banks of these rivers whose waters have changed not only their course but also the future of many individuals, families and communities. I hope, in doing so, I can listen to the hurt and hopes of these survivors and share their stories with you all.
“After the floods, I keep her closer. She has become the source of my happiness. Sometimes, tears fall down just ...
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.
The flood came without warning. In no time, the water was neck deep.
0ne of my son passed away when he was three. His departure was without any noise, but I cried in the corner.
Every morning I take my children boating in these backwaters and sing them happy songs.