This picture in the story is not of a communist China, or totalitarian state North Korea, theocratic Iran or Saudi Arabia, or autocratic African countries where the state confiscates the private properties of a political opponent. It is happening in Khokana – a little town of Newa: indigenous people group on the outskirt of the capital city in Nepal. The farmers were trying to till … Continue reading Farmer’s Outcry- Government’s Systemic Repression
This view is one of the things I miss living away from my hometown. We had many memories made on the hill named after an animal ”hāttiban” for its rough shape of an elephant. We used to go hike the hill, at least, once every week, and forage wild berries such as ainselu ‘ऐंसेलु’ [yellow Himalayan raspberry, blackberry], chutro ‘चुत्रो’ [Indian barberry or tree turmeric], … Continue reading Hāttiban Hike— Passing Through My Memory Lane
It will be an understatement to say that this man is the most bullied person I have ever come to know. He was born in a place/street where it was considered that most educated men lived, yet he was viciously bullied and made fun of him for his conditions. Education alone does not change people. Next time you are around people with different abilities, be … Continue reading Bullies are the Cowards
I am not much of a writer but I occasionally try my hand at it. Today was one of those days where I wanted to pen down some reflections. Perhaps, because something repetitive has been happening to me. On several occasions, people I see daily or others who I have run into after years have mentioned things like- “Prasha, you look well!” “You look fantastic.” … Continue reading You Look Fantastic!
My dad didn’t even make it to high school. He started working when he was barely fourteen or fifteen. At twenty he was already married. My mother was barely nineteen. Those ages were actually quite old to get married back then. In their times, they didn’t adopt parenting models or methods of discipline; they lived as their culture expected. They just did the next thing. … Continue reading A Wake Up Call
It feels like I have been breastfeeding my children for at least a decade. It is kind of true, though. Pratya was barely two and a half years old when Saral was born. I breastfed Saral even until after Sasha was born and tandem breastfed the first couple of months even though my husband strongly encouraged me to completely wean Saral. Poor guy still sucks … Continue reading Bidding Farewell to Breastfeeding
Single parenting is not for the faint-hearted. I have done it multiple times before, but every time it brings in new challenges, and somehow there is always enough grace to carry me over. Living with the man I love and raising children together comes with a lot of blessings and heartbreak. I am blessed to be doing life with this man I love, admire, and respect. … Continue reading Single Parenting