”I am 98 years old and I don’t why I am still alive. What will I tell you about me. Nowadays you have machines that do the work but in my days we never saw any vehicles. I still remember how I was scared when I saw a bus and I ran away when I saw a helicopter. Everyone in the village ran away inside their house. Those were our days when I had to walk 16 days to bring salt from Manang and sometime to Kathmandu with bare feet and I spent the night inside the cave, in the fields struggling with rain, heat and snow. You carried your food and wood with you and left it on the way in different places where on the way you are going to stay the night. With food I just needed to feed my stomach, I don’t know what tasty food is. I would take rice and ghee from here to exchange with salt. During those days there were no flip-flops like now and the skin on my feet would bleed badly sometimes and I would leave it and walk and the wound would become so big. In those days there were no hospitals so I would take care of wound on my own. My wife died when my kids were young so my eldest daughter would look after family. When I used to go for salt all my breath and thinking would be for kids, so I always tried to reach as early I could and those days there were no ways of communication. I was tired with life and fate and I lived only for my kids and I never married again thinking maybe my second wife won’t care of my kids and life was already very hard for me. I struggled a lot to provide food and clothes so if I married again more kids would come and life could be more difficult”. Mahodar Gurung,Sikles