I have come to Nepal after the time interval of 4 years from Europe which means I have traveled many different countries of Europe. But I don´t mean to say I hate my country. What I can say is that Kathmandu has become more vulnerable than it used to be. I feel like staying in Kathmandu is to shorten my life expectancy. On the other hand, the prices of everything are almost unaffordable. The taxi driver took Rs. 500 from Chandol to the airport.
While I was approaching the TIA from Turkish airlines, I saw the range of Himalayas which I feel like grinning at me for the welcome. I was dying to see these since I went to Europe. Normally, we don´t see the mountains in Europe. When I got off from the airport, everything looked familiar which I felt like I came to the heaven from the hell. But I became emotional every day.
I stayed in Kathmandu on my arrival day. Another day, I had to come to my home town Dharan. Another day morning of my arrival, I had to hand over some parcels which have been sent by my friends. For that purpose, I went to Chkrapath which is near from where I stayed. When I reached in front of Bhatbhateni super market, tow old mothers aged around 75 were begging there. I gave them some money but I was deeply affected by the scene. Then, I went to Jamal to buy Khushi which is authored by Bijaya Kumar and to buy flute with my neighbored nephew because I love playing flute. From Jamal to New Road, we went on foot where I met a man who has the same problem like before I left. He was still begging there showing his swelling amputee thigh. I asked to myself why government couldn´t do anything for them.
Second day evening of my arrival, I came to Dharan with little bit exhausted because I have travelled a lot since I left for my country. The third day morning, I saw the same type of scene in front of my house where a man and a woman are collecting wasted bottles and plastics. While they were collecting, the woman found a bottle with little beer. While she was trying to have that beer, the man tried to stop her but she insisted on and had that eventually.
On the third day, same kind of incident happened at Sabjimandi in Dharan. I went there for shopping with my sister. My sister started shopping there and I was waiting for her. After a while, a boy seemed 12 appeared there with a rice sack. I thought he was wondering there for wasted plastics bottles. Whereas, other boys with the same ages are walking there carrying school bags on their backs with school uniform. Meanwhile, I was worried thinking about his future comparing with his other contemporaries.
So, experiencing all these, I promise myself if I will be in that in that position one day, I will do for them as much as I can. We hope our country will develop soon so that we can´t face these problems time and again. Lastly, I strongly request to all the so called leaders to understand the problems of the common people. And one day, we can proudly say, we don´t have beggars, street children and poor people in our country. We can do it but for these we need strong and genuine honesty and determination. I love my country more than anything else. My country is my pride.
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