I saw this article in the recent edition of the Nepali Times and after reading it, it brought tears to my eyes especially when reading the following poem by Shanti Tuladhar who was bought to this place after her husband died by her remaining family members:

In my old age
by Shanti Tuladhar

My sons have grown up
Huts have turned into high-rises
They’re adding floors one by one
For me, there is just the pyre left

As the house grew taller
We were pushed lower
Lower than the staircase dark and dank
My son has grown up but what has he done?

I became a burden and he brought me here
My family is foreign forever,
These strangers are family now.

To access the full article, follow the link:

http://www.nepalitimes.com/issue/304/Culture/12087

Please try and help them in whatever way possible from your point of view. God bless them and thanking everyone in advance.