First of all, I have to admit why I do not reply in Nepali. Not that anybody is asking or might care, but for my own sake, here's my response.
I think my Nepali is pretty decent, but my writing is not. I am not used to devnagari script in keyboards, but above all, my rhaswa and dirgha are horrible. I thought I'd save my embarrassment and respond in English instead.


When I remember my childhood days, I always think of the immature things I used to do, the chak-chak and dirty clothes and what not. There is innocence in your character (of course, real one) but somehow you instill the whole story with such a maturity that it becomes emotional. I don't know how you do it.

Great story, if that's what you will call it. Devoiding somebody, specially a kid, from education is a grave injustice; I am glad your parents stood up for your and your siblings' right. Who knows where you would've ended up, but your story is a proof that your parent's struggle and your determination made it all the worth while.

Kudos. Please keep more coming. I had written a story way back about my childhood experience, I only wish it had the language and touch of your story..would've been quite a read.