Dadi Ram Antim
A small part of ink, falling like dew drops upon a thought, can make millions think. As ink flows thoughts in plain paper, my angel you flow in my heart. Though the circumstances of life has dragged me like flowing river water. Every steps of life being most lovely and unforgettable stories.
Rough roads with pebbles, gloomy environment around, crowded mass competing each other to create a cam environment there. Day was rainy, slippery, wet and shivering cold outside. Nepal, a collection of open traditions, I mean crawling for development, has not much advanced. Open door was a source to view outside activities of nature huge rainfall.
Kids moving, playing in the rains. A group hurriedly entered the room. They asked for suggestions on writing styles and presentations to me. A lady associated with the group seemed quite talkative questioned me few minutes. Unknowingly our conversation changed the model. She started briefing some how entering towards her personal life experience. Attractive speech and pleasing eyes revolving around me really centralized my conversation upon her.
The event showed her as monologue. But the words were attractive and heart touching to me. That lady who I trust, lady who trust me, we have significant love story, still paragraphs are eventually increasing.
Inclination a human symbol, has in my life. So ever unknown, unseen, virtue leading me to be connected to complete ritual of world. The roaring of the sea in my mind cannot rest. I am obstinate, my chancellor of heart.
Despite of this costly artificial gifts dear celestial damsel, a word gift for Valentine’s day- HEART-which connects us each other forever.
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