One beautiful evening of may 2008, I was in the bank of Babai river, mid western Nepal, wandering with natives of Dang. We got together a local tharu boy, who was riding the cycle on the bridge. He recurrently requested us to visit his home. Oh ! What kind of pure hospitality alive in the village ? We really weighted by him, but we didn’t have enough time and We miserably moved.
Now I m missing that lad, Dil Bahadur Tharu, 20 year of age. How is Babai ? Are you ok now ?

Thank you and Congrat Phulman.
Very nice and lovely your diary. It’s really nostalgic. Go ahead….all the best
anita
pic ramro chha hai ! gajjab chha. pragati hos !
thanks sir. hamro thaun ko bare leknu bhayeko ma. sarai ramro lagyo.
samira
dang
This is our place Babai………….. Thank you Phul Man jee………..