I am a herdsman in the mountains. I normally wake up at 6 in the freezing cold morning and take these yaks to Kharka (slope grassland) where they graze all day long. I return in the evening with the yaks by 7 pm. I have another company with me. He also looks after another herd of a different owner. There is a small shed, where we stay. We cook turn by turn. Today is my turn. Pretty boring huh? But I have no option.
This place lies almost 4200 meters above sea level. During winter, it’s hard to find any people nearby because the place will be covered with thick snow layer. I had a normal life before earthquake. That day, my mother got hit by a big stone and broke her leg. That’s why I am here to work. You see this bag? I have some special oat’s feed for baby Yaks. I feed them with my hands just like my mama (mother) used to feed me. After all this hardship, I make 5000 ($50) rupees a month.
I talk to them when I happy, sad or with any kind of emotions. Even though they don’t reply me, they are good listeners. Thank you for coming to make conversation with me. Why don’t you join us for dinner? (Birga Gurung, 7, Letdar, Manang)
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