The red flower in my garden, my golden bud of affection is gradually turning pale. The pale ... Since the last twenty-six days my daughter has been receiving injection syringe in her arms. The disease ... But I hadna#39;t understood this, nor have I. Should I pray for those eyes or for the future of my daughter Mamata? In such aanbsp;...
|Title||:||Selected Nepali Essays|
|Author||:||Govinda Rāja Bhaṭṭarāī|