Its all about my childhood. Mother, father, brothers, and of my society. Umm lets say like it is of how i struggle or how we(my family) strughle the hardest times of our life.I will be exploring more.

Hi, my name is Raju L. Gurung. May be weird name !!👽 but its okay. Story behind all this... you will love it for sure.

My village name is Chitrapokhare located in Gorkha district and ofcourse i am from NEPAL😉. In my family there are 4 members.(👨‍👩‍👧‍👧...hehe) Father head of family, mother know as the headquater or the prime minister of house, (😅haha) and my little brother who is still little now and my self.You know what ? I think in every family there always will be someone special who makes troubles, mistakes, gets scolds and crazy among all. 😛🤯

And in my family i was that person but i was also carrying my responsibilities ahead of me from the childhood .

My family belongs from poor background. We are from Gurung tribes and that L. from my name stands for Lamichanne which mean our society in shortcut. My father (sanbahadur L Gurung ) had no such work that could provide us daily food, clothings, schoold fees, ect. So my mother (Dhankumari L. Gurung ) was somehow handling house. That mean you understood by now. Maybe not. Umm lets say my father was a alcholic . So he was not a good father and a good character in our family. He did not carry and responsibility ever in his life. Sometimes i wonder how can this be like you know...as a father or a seniour he should be standing to protect family problems, should be a shield and so on but he was all out of his mind. His work was to drink all day long and enter home at night time probably at 9:50pm or 10pm. Its late yes? Yep its surely late. And listen up when he enter house he would bring smells of alcohol and a sorrounding of problems, conflict and right after minutes it would start in action. Father start to hit mother and start to beat me and little brother too. Honestly i have been many time so seriously dead by his hits because he hit with things whatever comes in his hand. So i started to live in my friends house. Sometimes in maize field sometimes in school etc.🥺 I was totally a poor useless boy. I have no identity and i was surrounded by darkness.

Anyhow life was on its journey so i had to admit it. I was a topper in school from grade 1 starting and i studied in scholarship. It was government school and still it provided me all my needs because of my grades. In morning at 5am i used to woke up and leave for cutting grass for goats, cow, buffalo. At 7am i should be cleaning house, bringing waters. At 8:30am i get out for school.Sometime stomach full of gas only !!🤧 because sometimes our family would have no food to eat so we have to manage like that.

This much for this chapter and i will continue if you like it ...

THANKYOU ♡