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.