Yeah sure, ask me some questions. Whatever you want to ask me is fine. I was born in Bhutan, but here in Nepal, this is my home. We sold bananas, and people would come to our house all the way from India to buy the nuts that grew on our trees. We had lots of land. And now? Now we are homeless and landless. But that’s okay; that doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that my heart is here in Beldangi.

Significant moments? Well, there are lots of significant parts of my life. I’ll never forget the day I left Bhutan, the day I arrived in Nepal, and the day I graduated from school. But three years ago, my family left for their third country. Saying goodbye to my brother, my sister, and my sister-in-law, I will never forget that day. It was December 7. I was working, so I didn’t get to go with them. As a refugee, I can’t work in Nepal, so I had no choice but to become a teacher in India. I told my family “go on with your process, I will join you in a few years.”

But in India I was like a Charging Bull. My health gradually became poor. I didn’t feel like eating, and I didn’t feel like talking. I just slept. I was so thin, and I couldn’t do anything. I had caught the disease—I was a drunkard. There was no one to stop my bad habits, and I never considered that one day it would harm me. But when I came to Nepal, I left those bad habits behind: the four packs of cigarettes per day, the constant drinking, the headaches. I left it behind because I just don’t want to die in Nepal.

It would be very bad if my friends knew these things about me. They would have treated me differently. Worse. It’s been three years and I don’t ever feel like smoking or drinking now. No one helped me stop. I was all alone, and I did it all by myself. Well, not completely by myself. God was there. Now the rest of my life is up to God. There’s really nothing left for me to say, except that I really feel I am getting late for resettlement. I need to go. I see my family being so busy in America, and I want that, too. They are a part of society, and I should be a part of society. I can become an American too. An American like you all.

If my life were a book, the title would be “The Dream is not Important in Life, but the Struggle.”