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अर्घाखाँची न्यूज साप्ताहिक / भदौ २२, २०७१

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यही २०७१ साल भदौ २२ गतेको अर्घाखाँची न्यूज साप्ताहिक । काठमाण्डौ बागबजारमा रहेको युनिक कम्युनिकेशन सहित अर्घाखााची जिल्लाभर सहज रुपमा उपलव्ध हुनेछ । खोजी खोजी पढ्नुहोला ।

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Every day, I would walk to the Vipassana Center for a daily group meditation.

Through the chaotic crowd, I would pass people who I learned to love over the months. I knew which spot belonged to whom. The first I passed would be that young man with no legs; he'd shake his two stubs to attract attention. It seemed to work sometimes; as long as hundreds of people were passing by, there'd always be some good hearted people to throw a note or coins. Further up, on the bottom of some stairs, there'd be an old woman amputated by leprosy. A few stairs up, a blind guy would be playing his small drum. They were all there last year. Today, I decided to change my route and made a detour passing by the Bir Hospital.

Coming to Nepal year after year, I have been quite used to seeing handicapped people in Kathmandu's pavements. Seeing the misery of a section of Nepali population who I love so much would make my heart feel tight. However, we have a saying in French, "One cannot carry the whole world’s misery on his shoulder." Is this supposed to make the lucky ones feel better? As far as I’m concerned, the answer is no.

I am in Nepal again. When I was in this part two days ago, my eyes turned to an improbable scene; I thought my heart had stopped. The scene in front of me was not human; even the strangest mind would not be able to imagine such a painful scene. A human shape which looked to me as a child was lying on the floor beside an amputated man. The head of that child was deformed, about twice the size of any head.

Just a glance to this child’s eyes had my tears out. His eyes (but was it a he or a she?) were proportionally deformed to the size of his head. I felt an urge to assist that child. Not every child but this one. Precisely because I saw pain; but more than anything else, I saw life slipping away from that young life.

Emotions were invading me. I didn’t hear the noise of the city around me anymore. Suddenly, time seemed to stop because I was flooded in pain. I could feel the pain of this child in my entire body and my mind. A small group had gathered to look at the child as if he was an animal kept for exhibition in a fair. A big box was filled with bank notes. What is this money supposed to buy? Can everything be bought in this world?

How is it possible that a human, a child potentially in danger can be left on the pavement while doctors, nurses and surgeons are working a few meters away, while hundreds of people are passing by? I myself didn’t know what to do. I was crying for that child, but also for this indifference of humans which could become a new contagious disease on earth. If we can leave a child in that state at the side of the road, what a tragic world we live in. I felt so powerless that I left with a heavy heart, promising myself I would do something. But what, and how?

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