On a recent trip to India, I analyzed the spending of a Nepali middle-income family to that of India. The result was satisfying – my experience was stress free and my spending power elevated. I had never paid for food while traveling to an Indian city Siliguri close by to my maternal house in Birtamod, Jhapa. Being the youngest has its own advantages. However, this time during a sumptuous lunch in a famous restaurant that specializes in fish, prawn and chicken curry my husband ushered me to pay the bill. We were five of us dining that fateful day. I paid 640 Indian rupees equivalent to 1000 Nepali rupees. My money floated gaily to the counter and I could not stop grinning, as the amount was excessively less. This experience did not stop here, I shopped until I dropped and my wallet withstood the entire spending spree. What is wrong with India I thought? Back to reality. One of my friends and I decided to have a light lunch in Nanglo’s Chinese room last week. Our order
Being a mother of a eight yo girl is exhausting but fun sometimes. Currently I am in love with color grey, bread and my cheeky monkey. It changes often. I am passionate about education and I am working towards my goal to establish a school in my hometown.