Within days we were in the capital, Kathmandu. It was a tiring and stressful journey, especially without Father. This was my new life, in the blink of an eye.
A poetry reflecting the farewell thoughts of the little princess Kunti as she tearfully sets her newborn son Karna floating in the rivers of Ganga.
lets not forget that she is in this world, because of our love…so loving each other and ourselves is also important. You will always be my queen. Love you.
Hindi poem depicts that father did second marriage on the request of relatives to care his little children, but after marriage step mother spoil father’s dream .
I was sitting all alone on a hill outside my apartment.There was nothing I loved more than sitting there alone and reminiscing. I was thinking about everything.
Lucky and his mother reached to a army bunker. They saw the general and ask him the same question. He said that the war has over but many soldiers were died.
I hope this reserve will help to augment their assets. I hope they will now find some time to waste, some to use, some to love and some time to talk to people like me who have excess of time.
Permanent customers of mine denied traveling on my ferry as it takes more time than the jets. The irritation and the envy crippled many times in me to earn more.
“The only way to wash away your sins, is to either forget them, or become numb to them and let them go”, my father would say to me everytime we met.
As that helicopter came near I was able to see the face of that person who was pointing that hand towards me. And i was shocked to see that hand was of my friend Isha.