Wind of Change


I was 19 years old when I got shot in both legs in a crossfire during the attack in Khandaha, Arghakhanchi. I took shelter in villages for almost two months before being taken to India for treatment. This picture was taken when I was taking rest in a house of a Magar family in Pyuthan. I kept changing shelter house every two weeks for the fear of being spotted by public as well as ‘our enemy’. Having spent 10 days in an Indian hospital for treatment, I rested almost 10 months under the supervision of party comrades in the People’s Liberation Army’s office. In November 2006, I was sent to a cantonment set up for Maoist army after the signing of the peace accord. The party leadership then deputed me to Myagdi, my home district, as a cadre of party’s youth wing– Young Communist League.


Currently, I live in Myagdi Chowk of Gongabu, Kathmandu. I have my family now. My daughter is 8 years old and my son turned 6. My husband was a battalion commander. He was also wounded in the war and disabled. Since he has a family to look after, he had no option other than working abroad like many youths of our country. We have been living with whatever money he sends us. I still walk around with difficulty. The nightmare of war still haunts me.