Da Ugly Devil's Heaven

Like everyone, I too love the place that I was born. It was a small town called Hetauda here in Nepal. There was a place called Sano Pokhara where I was born. It is not a big city though but it got some beautiful natural sceneries; beautiful green hills surrounding the city and as always beautiful river, Rapti River. The border of our neighbor country is not so far from Hetauda. It's near Birgunj (Nepali side) and Rakshaul (Indian side); that's the border.

Hetauda was so much well know for its humidity. The temperature is too high up there. It is believed that in the long past, people from the prison were who had been prosecuted to be killed are left there and soon after some days they die from the flu because of the high temperature and malaria. Well that's that I heard from my grandfather and some elder person. No written proof of it is found though. Well it is still warm up there but there is no flu there, malaria has been eradicated from there as well. The population there has now been increasing year by year. And now, since the maoist problem has resolved, lots of people are returning there.

Though I have no memory of that place while I was born there, but whenever I go visit that place, I find so much peace deep within. After all, it's my birthplace.