Holding bamboo stick and Khukuri in hand, he is sometimes sharpening the stick and making chairs and sometimes he is teaching his friends to do it. Basu Khatri of Hadhade-4
Tearful eyes, feeble face and messy hair with blouse and Lungi, she is wandering aimlessly in search for
Pale face. Faint voice. Tearful eyes. It has been long since they are knocking the doors of human rights organizations
Walking around homes in the village with swollen feet and foraging for food for the family
The achievement of historical people’s movement is yet to bring smiles to the faces of some families
It was ten in the evening. Knocks at the door were heard. Chameli got up and opened the door.
