I really identified with "Nothing is what it seems" (#103) by Rajendra Khadka. He touched an issue that I have faced from childhood as a daughter of a father who was a domestic cook and had to struggle to establish himself. It surrounded me as a dark circle of inferiority complex. Because my father worked hard, I was lucky to go school. But this was the school where the children of the family that employed my father went. No matter how well I did, for those kids and their parents I was always their "bahun ko chhori". Instead of appreciating my dad for his hard work, Kathmandu's elite class sneered at us. Reading Mr Khadka, I was reminded of how I felt in school. This feeling grips me to this day.

Romi Nepal
San Diego State University