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प्रिय रघुजी, फिनिक्स चराको जस्तो जिन्दगी भइसक्यो। तपाईँले भनेझैँ “लकडाउन गुरूकुल” मा बिलिन भएका कारण सान्सारिक रंगहरूसँगको सहवास टुट्यो। दिमागमा…
by Hem Raj Kafle
प्रिय रघुजी, फिनिक्स चराको जस्तो जिन्दगी भइसक्यो। तपाईँले भनेझैँ “लकडाउन गुरूकुल” मा बिलिन भएका कारण सान्सारिक रंगहरूसँगको सहवास टुट्यो। दिमागमा…
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My Dear Would-be Student: I know you exist somewhere. You just completed your secondary education. You are willing to join…
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A poem does not necessarily make an appeal to everyone. My task as a teacher is to make students understand…
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The following piece was written for Nelta Choutari in January 2013 as a reflection of my four-year engagement in team…
On the occasion of the launching of Six Strings some five years ago, one of my professors satirically but with…