PART 1---->I can't remember my age when this incident took place. My mother was working women, so I used to be bottle feed. One day I ate whole bottle of "SCABIN" (luto ko aausadi thats white and looks like milk) thinking it was milk. I don't remember the exact feeling..but I survived after being rush to hospital ! MAY BE THAT WAS THE REASON I NEVER GOT LUTO IN MY LIFE heheh

PART 2---->At that time, I was about 5 yrs old, and sitting on the fourth floor balcony. My mum had kept a very thick "SIRAK" hanging on the balcony. I was eating something and trying to pull an push the "SIRAK", jut playing with it. Then suddenly ..................................................................."SIRAK" dragged me down to the ground floor.

I don't remember anything after that, except my dad saying me " What do you want to eat ?". My parents told me that I had fainted, but was not hurt due to thick sirak under me.. In my hometown people still call me "JANGA BAHADUR RANA"

Anyways it's nice to tell you my stories like this  today because I survived ! I miss hearing these and many other my childhood bravery stories from my father almost on daily basis