I am Arjun BK, 18 years old. I returned to my home village after 12 years away. Ram Dai (Dai means elder brother) found the village and contacted my father. It took two days by bus and walk to reach my village. Things are changed here. My father still looks young, my grandma is getting old. My father remarried and has a daughter. My uncles and aunties look older but love me the same as before. They all are enjoying living in the village. There is a rough road passing through the village. Some things are the same as before. The house, kitchen, sleeping place, the yard, vegetable garden, the village and scenery of mountains are the same. Dhawalagiri mountains are our home village. It is so beautiful. My father has come back to the village. Now I am with my father, grandma, stepmother, and sister. My uncles, aunties and friends are also in the village. My family has a small farm. My father is setting up a grill-making business. I am looking forward to working with him. I love my father and my family. They are all so, so happy that I have returned home. I experience much love and warmness at home.
I ran away 12 years ago from my home when my mother died and my father went to India to find a job. I was with my grandma but I was sad not having my parents with me. Finally, I landed on the streets of Pokhara and found a way to survive by begging at first. I faced many problems living on the street but gradually adapted to street culture. I slept on the street with other street fellows. Living on the street, I was exposed to smoking, drinking and the use of drugs. I had two street dogs to sleep with and I cared for them too. We fight a lot with street fellows, sometimes with no reason. Street culture was violent culture – stealing, beating small ones, robbing are all very common for us. Sometimes I worked at a construction site.