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“जतिबेला म तिमीसँग हुन्थे, तिमिसँग बोल्थे मेरो देह र आत्मामा प्रकृतिको संगित सुन्थे, चराचुरुङ्घीको चिरविर सुन्थे, मयुरको ताण्डव देख्थे, कोपिलाहरु फूल बनि फक्रिन थाल्थे, पानी परेर आकास खुल्ला हुन्थ्यो, मैलो...

It was dusk and the snow-clad mountains were glazed with golden color that pulled the strings of my heart. The breathtaking mountains were priceless and so was the deep river a...

The house stored beehives and bees; I used to run eating and sucking honeycombs with both of my hands, honey dripping off of my elbows and my mouth painted with sticky...

This is a story that reflects on the effect of Maoist war.

All of a sudden, he shouted in a shrill sound and woke up at 4 in the morning. It was still a black-pitched night, and there was no sign of a...