Bian Kraz Binod

In the village where I was born the sun came like a curse the land dried into fine powder the wind blew the dust like clouds. My father worked like an ant. He said, ‘Earth is our mother.’ I had seen him grow potatoes, carrots, millet, maize and yam. The land in my village was a miser it took more and gave less. Once during the marriage season the harvest failed. The field dried like a parched hroat, fissures opened up like wounds on the skin. Frogs tanned to their small, drydeaths people folded like monks and prayed. My elder sister had to stay home, the prince of her dreams never came, riding horses. Mother melted like wax in the summer heat. Father shrunk like a scarecrow scratching the hard, baked soil. All season, it never rained. One evening, my father went to the woods and never returned.     ekantipur.com nabin kumar chhetri

Pokhara is situated in the west of nepal.which is a widening of the Seti Gandaki valley. The Seti river is the main river flowing through the city, Seti and its tributaries have dug several canyons into the valley floor.Lekhnath municipality is situated in the east of pokhara, which is called the garden of lakes. In this region the mountains rise very quickly and within 30 km, the elevation rises from 1,000 m to over 7,500 m. As a result of this sharp rise in altitude the area of Pokhara has one of the highest precipitation rates of the country . Even within the city there is a noticeable difference in rainfall between the south and the north of the city, the northern part of the city situated at the foothills of the mountains experiences proportionally higher amount of precipitation. The lake shown in the picture is Fewa lake, which is the most popular lake of pokhara, among all the seven lakes.