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Chhori said : Wish Upon an Eyelash

There’s a little quirk about me: ever since I was a kid, whenever I spot an eyelash fall on someone’s face, I scoop it up and initiate the eyelash wish ritual. You know the drill – close your eyes, blow the lash away, and make a wish. It’s a tradition I’ve carried into adulthood, and now, even with my own kiddos.
The other day, as I was cruising along with Chhori in the car, I caught sight of an eyelash perched on her cheek. Naturally, I seized the moment and prompted her to close her eyes, make a wish, and blow it away. And guess what? She did!

After it was done, I couldn’t resist asking her what she wished for. At first, she hesitated, but then she spilled the beans – she wished for a million bucks. Classic, right? But here’s the kicker: her reasoning melted my heart. She wanted to buy food so I wouldn’t have to work as much. Talk about being considerate!

Of course, I had to play it cool and not get all emotional. So, I casually mentioned that a million dollars is a pretty hefty sum and asked if she had any other wishes. And you know what she said? She wanted to jet off to Japan with the family, flying business class no less!

Now, Japan has been on her mind for a while, and even though we’ve been there before, she doesn’t remember much. Looks like I’ll have to start planning that Japan trip soon!

Do you have any quirky traditions like our eyelash wishes? I’d love to hear your stories!

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M from Nepaliaustralian

XOXO

Chhori said : When Your Workout Turns Deadly… Kind Of

So, picture this: I’ve been hitting the gym pretty hard this week, you know, trying to stay fit and all that jazz. But today, when I finally plopped down on my sofa after a particularly intense HIIT session, I realised something… my legs were not happy campers.

I attempted to get up, but it felt like my legs were staging a rebellion against me. So, naturally, I blurted out, “My legs are killing me!”

And guess who decides to chime in, none other than my wise little Chhori. She looks at me with this innocent expression and goes, “How can your legs be killing you? It’s not like they have a knife!”

Seriously, folks, I was speechless. 😂 Anyway, just another day in the life of a fitness enthusiast trying to navigate the hazards of post-workout soreness!

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M from Nepaliaustralian

XOXO

Hair story

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve had thin, fine hair. I always envied people with long, thick, luscious locks. So, when I got pregnant with my kids, I fervently wished they would inherit better hair than mine. Thankfully, both of them got their dad’s amazing hair genes!

AS has the most beautiful, thick, black hair. So far, he’s had no problems with hair fall and not a single strand of grey. His hair is just as perfect as it can be!

Chhori has inherited her dad’s long, thick, straight hair. It grows so fast! When she was a baby with short hair, it used to stand up like a punk rock style, even without any product. I had to put headbands and cute clips on her just so people would know she was a girl.

Now, we keep cutting it, but it just keeps growing back thicker and longer. I’m so happy for her because she’ll have so many style options as she grows up and won’t have to worry about thin hair like I do.

Chhora was born with thick, curly hair. We let it grow until he was three, and on his third birthday, we took a photo of his beautiful natural curls full of volume. But as he grew, it became harder to manage all the knots, and shower time turned into a big ordeal. So, we decided to cut it before he turned four. Now he has short hair, but it’s still so thick and lovely!

Hair has always been a bit of a struggle for me, but seeing my kids with their fabulous hair makes me so happy. How about you? What kind of hair do you have? If you have thin hair like mine, how do you manage it? Share your tips and stories! 😊💇‍♀️💇‍♂️

M from Nepaliaustralian

XOXO

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One-Word Family Fun!

I love getting the whole family involved in everything, especially sparking fun conversations. The other day, I stumbled upon this trending idea where kids describe their parents in a single word, and I thought, “Why not give it a go?”

So, I gathered everyone around and asked them to describe each family member in just one word. Here’s how it went down:

WhoFor MeFor ASFor ChhoriFor Chhora
MeLoveEmpatheticRadiant
ASBeautifulHappyCheeky
ChhoriBeautifulSmartPowerranger
ChhoraNice SmartPrincess

The whole conversation was a blast! I loved how it turned into a whirlwind of positive and emotional feelings. 😄💬

Have you ever done something like this with your family? Share any other fun games you enjoy! And how would you describe yourself in just one word? Let me know in the comments below! 🌟🎉

M from Nepaliaustralian

XOXO

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Where Do We Belong?

Ever found yourself caught between two worlds, not quite sure where you truly belong? I think many of us can relate to that feeling, especially if you’ve been born in one country, spent part of your life there, and then moved to another to settle down. The sense of belonging can be incredibly confusing.

When I first came to Australia, I felt like I would go back home to Nepal one day. At that time, Nepal was home. But now, when I think about home, it’s Australia. You know that feeling you get when you reach home? It’s definitely Australia for me.

Nepali flag

I’ve touched on this topic before, but as I grow older and add kids to the mix, the complexity of it all only deepens. I’ve been living in Australia for over two decades now, which means I’ve spent more time here than in Nepal, where I was born. So, when people ask me if I’ll ever go back to Nepal to live, my answer is a straightforward “No.” This response often surprises people, as it comes out so easily and without hesitation. But it’s the truth.

My emotions and feelings about this are usually pretty black and white, and in this situation, “No” seemed like the obvious answer. There’s no need to be diplomatic or politically correct about it. Some people might get offended by my answer, while others are simply surprised. But how can I be true to myself if I say “Yes” when I know in my heart that it’s “No”?

Australian Flag

Yet, there are moments when I question if I truly belong in Australia. Sometimes due to some people’s reaction to the the colour of my skin I feel a pinch in my heart. I occasionally find myself not getting the humour, which can make me feel like an outsider.

If you ask my Chhori (daughter), she’ll say I’m Nepali and she’s Australian. That’s the general perception people have of us. But then, when I visit Nepal, everyone tells me I’m more Aussie than Nepali because of the way I think, talk, and view life. This contrast only adds to the confusion as I grow older.

The concept of belonging is complex and personal. For me, Australia is home now. It’s where I’ve built my life, my family, and my future. That doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten Nepal or that it doesn’t hold a special place in my heart. It always will. But when it comes to where I belong, where I feel most at home, it’s undeniably Australia. And that’s okay. Each of us has our own journey and our own definition of home.

I think one of the main reasons for starting this blog was because of this same feeling. I want to connect with people in similar situations. As the world gets smaller and we travel and migrate more, sharing how we feel will help us stay grounded and feel like we are not alone in this complicated world.

If you’re in a similar situation, tell me how you feel. How do you manage your emotions? How do you find contentment amidst the confusion? Sharing our experiences might help us all feel a little more at ease in our chosen homes.

M from Nepaliaustralian

XOXO