рдоेрдЯ्рд░ो рд╕्рдЯेрд╕рди рдоा рддिрдоी рд▓ाрдИ рдкрд░्рдЦिрд░рд╣ेрдХो рд╣ुрдиे рдЫु।
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рдоेрдЯ्рд░ो рд╕्рдЯेрд╕рди рдоा рддिрдоी рд▓ाрдИ рдкрд░्рдЦिрд░рд╣ेрдХो рд╣ुрдиे рдЫु।
рд╣рд░ाрдПрдХो рдкैрд╕ा
love in Politices
рдл्рд▓ाрд╕ рдм्рдпाрдХ
рдиैрдиी рдЬрд╕्рддा рдХोрдорд▓ рд╣ाрдд
рдаुрд▓ा рдЖँрдЦा, рдкिрдкрд▓ рдкाрддे рдУрда, рдУрда рдоाрд╕्рддिрд░рдХो рддिрд▓ рдХोрдаी, рдЙрдиी рдкूрд░्рдгिрдоा рдХो рдЪрди्рдж्рд░рдоा рдеिрдЗрди।
рдЙрдирдХो рд░ाрддो рдХुрд░्рдеा। рдЖрдл्рдиु рд░ рдоेрд░ो рдиाрдо рдЦोрдкेрд░ рджिрдПрдХी рд░ुрдоाрд▓ рд╕рдо्рдЭрди्рдЫु।
рддि рдмिрддाрдПрдХा рд╕्рд╡рд░्рдгिрдо рдкрд▓рд╣рд░ु рдЖрдЬ рдл्рд▓ाрд╕ рдм्рдпाрдХ рдоा рд╕рдо्рдЭिрд░рд╣ेрдЫु।
рддिрдоी рд▓े рдаिрдХ рдЧрд░्рдпौ рдЖँрд╕ु рдкुрдЫрди рд░ुрдоाрд▓ рджिрдПрдХी рд░рд╣ेрдЫौ рднрди्рджै рдЫु।
рддिрдоी рдЖрдЬ рдХрд╕ैрд▓े рдирдкрдвेрдХो рдкाрди्рдаु рд▓िрдкी рдоा рдЫौ। рдоैрд▓े рдХрд╕ैрд▓ाрдЗ рдирд╕ुрдирдПрдХो рдХрдеा рдоा рдЫौ।
рддिрдоी рд▓ाрдЗ рд╕рдо्рдЭिрджा
рдо рдХुрдиै рдкрд░िрд▓ोрдХ рдХो рдХрдеा рд╕ुрди्рджै рдЫु рдЬрд╕्рддो рд▓ाрдЧ्рдЫ।
рдоेрд░ा рдЕрдЧाрдбि рд╕рдзै рдлुрд▓ рдлुрд▓्рде्рдпो। рдЭрд░рдиा рдЭрд░्рдердпो। рд╕िрд░рд╕िрд░े рд╣ाрд╡ा рдЪрд▓्рджрде्рдпो।
рдзрд░्рддि рдЙрдбेрд░ рдЖрдХाрд╢ рдЫुрди्рде्рдпो рдо рддिрдо्рд░ो рдЖँрдЦा рдоा рдоेрд░ो рд╕ंрди्рд╕ाрд░ рджेрдЦ्рджрдеे।
рдо рддिрдоी рд▓ाрдИ рд╕рдзै рд╡рд░ рдХो рд░ुрдЦ рдоा рдкрд░्рдЦिрд░рд╣ेрдХो рд╣ुрди्рде्рдпे।
рд╣ाрдоी рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд▓рдп рдЬाрдиे рдмाрдЯो рдЫрд▓ेрд░ рдкрд░ рд╕िрдорд▓ рд╡рди рд╕рдо्рдо рдкुрдЧ्рджрде्рдпौ।
рддिрдоी рдмाрдШ рдЖрдпौ рднрдиे, рдЪिрддुрд╡ा рдЖрдпो рднрдиे рднрди्рдердпौ। рдо рд╕ाрд╣рд╕ рджेрдЦाрдПрд░ рднрди्рдеे рдо рдЫु рдирдбрд░ाрдЙ।
рддिрдо्рд░ो рдкрдЫेрдЙрд░ी рдмाрд╣ेрдХ рдЕрдЭ рд╕рдо्рдо рдХुрдиै рдЫाрд╣рд░ी рдЦोрдЬेрдХो рдЫैрди।
рдШाрдо рдЫрд▓्рдиे рддिрдоी рдкрдЫेрдЙрд░ी। рдоेрд░ो рдХाрдз рдоा рд╕िрд░ рд░ाрдЦी рддिрдоी рдиिрджाрдЙрде्рдпौ।
рдо рддिрдоी рдЧाрд▓ा рдоा рдЯाрд╕िрдПрдХो рдХेрд╕ рд╣рдЯाрдЗрджिрдеे। рд╣ाрд╡ा рдЪाрд▓्рджा рддिрдо्рд░ो рдХेрд╢ рдоेрд░ो рдоुрдЦ рдоा рдкрд░्рдпो рдо рддाрдиिрджрди्рдеे рддिрдоी рд░िрд╕ाрдЙрде्рдпौ।
рддिрдо्рд░ो рдШрдиा рдмाрджрд▓ рдЬрд╕्рддो рдХेрд╕।
рддिрдоी рдкрдЫेрдЙрд░ी рд▓िрдПрд░ рднाрдЧрджрде्рдпौ рдо рдкрдЫेрдЙрд░ी рд╕ंрдЧै рддिрдоी рд▓ाрдЗ рддाрдиेрд░ рдЕंрдЧाрд▓ो рдоा рдмेрд░्рджрдеे।
рд╣ाрдо्рд░ो рдЬ्рдпाрди рдПрдХ рд╣ुрди्рде्рдпो। рддिрдоी рдЫाрддी рдоा рднुрдХрдо्рдк рдЧрдП рдЬрд╕्рддो рдЧрд░्рджрде्рдпै।
рддिрдоी рдоुрда्рдаी рд▓े рдоेрд░ो рдЫाрддी рдоा рд╣ाрди्рдеेрдЙ рд░ рдХрд╕ोрдХрд╕ो рдЧрд░ि рдлुрдд्рдХिрди्рде्рдпौ рдЕрдиि рд╣ाрд╕्рджै рднाрдЧрджрде्рдпौ। рдо рддिрдоी рд▓ाрдЗ рд╕рдоाрди рдЦोрдЬ्рджрдеे।
рддिрдоी рднाрдЧрджрде्рдпौ। рддिрдоी рдЫрд▓्рдеेрдЙ рдо рд▓рдб्рджрдеे। рддिрдоी рд▓ाрдИ рд╕рдоाрдд्рди рдЦोрдЬ्рджा рдо рдзेрд░ै рдЪोрдЯि рд▓рдб्рджрдеे।
рдЖрдЬ рд╣ेрд░
рддिрдоी рдпрд╕рд░ी рднाрдЧ्рдпै рдоैрд▓े рднेрдЯ्рди рд╕рдо्рдо рд╕рдХिрди।
рддрд░ рддिрдоी рдоेрд░ो рдорди рдорд╕्рддिрд╕्рдХрдоा рдЕрдЭै рджैрдбिрд░рд╣ेрдХो рдЫौ।
рдо рдЙрд╕ै рдЧрд░ी рддिрдоीрд▓ाрдИ рдкिрдЫा рдЧрд░िрд░рд╣ेрдХो рдЫु।
рддिрдо्рд░ो рдЕрди्рддिрдо рд╢рдм्рдж рдЕрдм рдорд▓ाрдИ рдмिрд░्рд╕िрджेрдЙ!
рдоैрд▓े рдмिрд░्рд╕िрди рд╕рдХेрдХो рдЫैрди।
рдиँрдпा рднрдЯ्рдЯि рдкрд╕рд▓!
рдЕाрднाрд╕
рдбेрдЯिрдирдЩ рд╕्рд╕рдкोрдЯ
рдЪिрдпा рдХ्рдпाрдоे्рд╕्рдЯ्рд░ि
рдмाрджрд▓рд╣рд░ु рдХो рджेрд╢рдоा
рдмрд╕ рдкाрд░्рдХ
рдо्рдпाрд╕ेрдЬ
Saturday raining.
After raining, the sky flushed with deep blue thousand tanks of water poured and clouds seem to light up,
Two giant hills stand with posture in a green suit and the river flows over making a narrow path crossing the hills.
Isn't that great work of art, I looked up to the canvas hanging in front of me.
The gurgle of the river pleased me, isn't nature a great composer of music,
vehicles were passing through the blue color bridge over the river, that is Samari pool.
"Sir it is your Chiya", a lady gave a sound. "yes thank you", I took it.
I was sitting beside the temple under the giant Pipal tree. I took tea that was the sweetest tea, I don't know what she mixed of but I am sure that environment added up some flavour.
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| This photo is taken in the Samari pool in the edge of Hetauda. |
In the park.
Tuesday evening, I saw a beautiful girl sitting in front of me. Her eyes were wide open, I amazed myself that I was searching my happiness in her eye. That eye was a dreamer’s eye. Black panted Kajal was trying to defend from evil soul, I thought. A classic Hindi song was playing in my heart, “tere kale kale najare”. Her ear ring was swing while she moving. Time to time she made her hair with her hand. Her fingers were beautiful. I didn’t but one handful air came and kissed her then gone.
She was wearing black Kurta and Surawal. Her face was covered with mask that was also black in colour. Her attire was black. Covid Sucked economy, everything around the world but that was the first time that it ruined my partly happing love. How did I call her to open up her mask, how did I call her I wanted to see her nose, chick and lips with my eyes. That’s was unfair but what if she opened her mask and I could have to run away.
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Why she was wearing black get up. Did she love everything black, if that, all of people known called me black guy. Could I be her choice. I thought that’s first time I was happy being a black guy.
My heart was canning with the job, being a black boy. I thought that racism had never gone. I was bullied for my skin colour. But that time I was inviting somebody just come and call me "Kale".
One couple just passed, crossing we both. The boy was so thin and his girlfriend was fatty. I imaged how would they deal if they made quarrel. He could fly if he got kicked from his girlfriend. Her eye would become red with fire if somebody called her Fatty. If her girlfriend became sad, he would call her chubby to make her pleasure.
She just woke up from the bench and got ready to go. She had been caring her dress what that sketching or not. She was middle in size. I was not teller man but I could guess that she would fit me. like her dresses fitted her. Was there any measurement of the love if were, what was that? I questioned myself. When she moved her body to make a path to go, my body was shaking, my legs also wanted to go with together, but shyness and obsession weighted couldn’t make me to move a little. My heart settled like the frozen in the ice. Cold air blew in the heart even in the mid-summer.
I did not have idea whom she has been waiting for. Was she upset after her boyfriend didn’t come there to receive her. After she left, all flower had dried up, pond had drawn, that “Puspalal” park had been burning in the mid-day. I didn’t see green grass in there, it had changed into desert. There was no more park in the middle of the “Hetauda” town. When I had been existing from the gate one question pinched in my heart, she could be Muslim girl, that’s why she was wearing black attire.
This photo is taken in the Puspa lal Park.
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