There was a group of hill porters who usually come from the hill especially in winter season. My father was weighing something in the weighing device in the street. They were watching that activity. My father felt humiliation when he saw them in badly torn out clothes. There was severe cold. There was Mr Asharphi Mishra in our house. His son lived in our house those days. My father said to him "please make them new clothes and in return take their torn out ones." There was a shop. New cloths were stiched for them. My father wrote a letter to the Rana ruler of Nepal stating that how people were suffering from the severe poverty. The letter read "Receive this parcel of torn out clothes of poor people. Please, watch this parcel from a distance without touching as it inmates foul odour. This is the condition of the people." The parcel reached in the office of the Prime Minister at Kathmandu. That badly irritated the Prime Minister. Then father fled away from there (Biratnagar) and sent to India. Immediately after he crossed the boarder, the government issued a warrant. He reached in Jogbani, Indian boarder. After that incidence, our whole family including myself began to roam in India like a gypsy. The government captured our business and whole the property was siezed.
- B P Koirala, ex-Prime Minister of Nepal, (from Aatma Britanta)
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