Her happiness floated like waves of ocean along the coast of her life. She found lyrics of her life in his arms but she never sung her song.
Words are, like wines.
Man kills, the things he love the most, sometimes by the virtue of hatred, crime, anger and war and sometimes by dramatizing his activities. But he is not aware that his killings are his own self-image.
Life is three hours journey; childhood, adulthood & old-hood; filled with inspiration, perspiration and desperation.
I am no enemy of Nepal being a fully literate society. It is a good thing for society and the nation as a whole.
Life is a bliss only if you carefully understand it.
