My Transformation

 I was the luckiest of five siblings, as I had the great opportunity to study in a high-class police school, which at that time was one of the top 10 schools in Nepal. Our school life was similar to what it is in the west; lunch, breakfast, dinner, study, diet, many sports and also strict discipline. It was heaven for me although I used to miss my parents badly, especially, when I was bullied by friends, seniors and sometimes even by teachers themselves. During the early days, I used to cry at night and write down my pain in my diary.  After Class 12, neither I could not continue with science nor did I go abroad (like most of my friends). I didn’t study for a year.  No-one knew about my frustration.  I wrote my poems and stories about my frustration.  I did talk with one of my friends who had a very similar story as mine.  Just a week after I had a very nice conversation about life and the future, he gave us an unpleasant surprise.  He killed himself a...