Mithilesh Yadav is a 15 year old girl from Janakpur- Sarlahi. She is the eldest amongst the four children in the family. Her father Chulia Yadav is a farmer and her mother Naithaini is a housewife.

A talkative entertainer, Mithilesh is a charmer. She knows exactly how to keep people around her. She expresses her immense passion for knitting and cooking. Always encouraged by friends and family, Mithilesh has learned the art of knitting and has mastered in varieties of garment items.

When she was two, she was bed ridden due to high fever and a severe form of cough and cold during the month of January. When she was taken to Mahotari Hospital for check up, the doctors gave no hope of recovery to her parents. She was then rushed to Sitamani Hospital in India and the doctors there too could be of no help to them.When all efforts went in vain, the disheartened parents returned to Nepal.

Years passed and hopes died as Mithilesh slowly went incapable of walking on her own. She had to drag herself to move about and surprisingly enough she still managed to help her mother in her household chores. With time, she learned knitting and sewing.

All other time, Mithilesh indulged herself in her studies. She studied up to grade 5 in a nearby school until her uncle stopped offering help to commute. Now with no school, it was difficult for her to kill time. It was then she discovered her new interest in cooking.

"The fellow villagers never seemed to like me. For them, I was a curse to the family. They even suggested my father to have me killed", says Mithilesh fighting back her tears.
But her parents were very supportive. They encouraged Mithilesh on sewing and knitting. Her grandmother still wears a woolen blouse Mithilesh made for her.

When her parents learned about HRDC's CBR camp being stationed nearby, she was rushed in a bullock cart. . The CBR facilitator suggested her parents to take her to the hospital in Banepa. Without wasting a single day, she was hurled to Banepa

Today, her legs are in traction. In a few days time, she will be able to walk on her own. She looks happy and so does her grandmother. "I miss my mother here. I wish she could come along with my father this time. But soon, I'm going home and I'm happy. Again, I'll miss my friends in the hospital and the ward and the doctors and the nurses…", she says as she runs her eyes round the hospital ward.