My story

I don’t have clear picture of everything, being a young kid I was so happy to move different country. I still remember my father crying holding my mom’s hand. We left everything as it is, my mom cook lots of rice for our dog Beliate, we left cattle and horses in their place. My father wrote a letter and set it on the front door, I don’t know what he wrote but I believe it was for someone who will take our property and domestic animals. Carrying little bit what we can, we left our property and my play yard. After walking 6-7 hours we reached the border of Bhutan, we stay there for a week.
After that we came to eastern part of Nepal. Nearly 100,000 Bhutanese people lost their land, property and identity. This entire refugee is divided into different camp, there were 7 Bhutanese refugee camps in Nepal, and we choose to stay in Goldhap Refugee camp. For few months we stay in tents, we used to get rice and some vegetable. That place looks like hell, nothing was good. No bathroom, not sufficient drinking water, not enough food, not even basic life necessity. I know it is hard to express everything I wish I could say or write in Nepali. I pray that nobody will have such miserable life.