Preservation of People Nepal. Isn’t it a beautiful country? And you obviously think the political leaders have taken measures to preserve the many beauties and people that are here. Well, be surprised, reader, our idiotic politicians don’t give a damn. Come to think of it, they are unconscious about anything that might be happening in […]
She raged. She shouted. She boiled and frothed. She hissed and screamed. She roared and pouted. But why? There were no answers to this question. Many people cursed at her and said something about the old girl having a witch’s soul. They boasted loudly to the river about how they were so much better than
The ‘Good’ Part Mischievous as she was, Anne was also an adventurous little girl of thirteen. Redhead, that was her nickname. The so-called Redhead used to go out behind her pretty cottage to the beach and there she would go to the ocean under 14 feet high waves and come running back again. This was
V-I Flowers of every shapes and sizes Flowers they bloom everywhere, They are a lot better than prizes Without them, life’s full of fear. Chorus Flowers, bright and colorful Flowers, near the rock pool Flowers, everywhere I look Even in the pages of a book V-II Flowers are a part of life Flowers are like
V-I over the rivers, shimmering like crystals Always enlightened with all the birds’ calls The hills always win my heart ‘Cause their beauty’s a work of art Chorus The Hills always seem to touch the sky It makes me wonder of the way birds fly Ah ahah ….. Ah ahah…. Ah.. Ah.. Ah.. (2) V-II
A short time ago, there was a young pelican. Her name was Moonshine. She lived with her friend the gull, Sunshine. Moonshine used to ply around the countryside to catch salmon to satisfy her appetite. One day, when Moonshine was in her usual search for salmon she met three nightingales who were singing in their
Chapter One – The Old Tunnel that was Secret Once in a small house in Wiltshire, the doors were slammed. Bang! Crash! Cluster! Cling! The whole household was turned upside down. The thing was that the great river which was known as the magical river, for there was an underground tunnel in the depths of
I am trying my best to walk. I know I am going to die. A warm hand grips me. I look up and see a boy bending toward me. Boy takes me to his home and gives me food and a rubber slipper to chew on. “I’ll name you Belly”, the boy says. Boy’s sister
आमानै हो मेरो जैलेको साथी। खेल्छाै हामी उडी माथी माथी। दिसा र पिसाव धोइदिने हो आमा। क ख ग घ पढ्न सिकाउने आमा। नाच्न उफ्रन सिकाउने आमा। हास्न खेल्न सबै आमै आमा। चीत्र बनाउन सिकाउने आमा। कफी र चीया सबै आमै आमा। परेवा समातिदिने हो आमा। जुरेली साराै सबै आमै आमा। कपाल बाटि दिने नै
