Leaning against the trunk of the century-old peepal tree, nearby an abandoned house, broken, bleak, depressed, desperate, I mourn the...
पूरै पढ्नुहोस् →Bhuwan Thapaliya Long before dawn, my grandfather’s whooping cough mingled with the cuckoo’s song and the prayers of the...
पूरै पढ्नुहोस् →Whenever I sit down to write, they always run into each other and fight like stray dogs in the...
पूरै पढ्नुहोस् →Bhuwan Thapaliya A cornucopia of shallow smiles and the concealed tears in the bustling lanes of the...
पूरै पढ्नुहोस् →Drunk I am today, O’ you little tender world. With the book of life open before me, thwarted, blank, I...
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