Blogdom for Freedom

सबैले अविनाशी कता हराएको होला भनेर प्रश्र्न गर्छन । म खाशै कतै हराएको त हैन तर मेरो बानी अलि एकसुरे छ । एउटा कुरा थालियो भने सबै ध्यान तेतै केन्द्रित हुन्छ ।

गृहस्थी जिवन रमाइलै हुँदैछ । जिन्दगीका फरक फरक भूमिकाहरू र अनुभूतिहरू ।

एउटा सानो पलमा एक्कासी  टुसाएको आकर्षण कसरी गाढा प्रेममा परिणत भयो , त्यो गाढा प्रेम कसरी एउटा अटुट बन्धनमा बाँधियो ………..घरीघरी त यो सबै कुरा सपनाजस्तो लाग्छ । धन्यवाद्र भगवान् !

जिन्दगीमा यति ठूलो गुन लगायौ

उनको भाग्यसँग मेरो भाग्य जुरायौ ! ! !

A hare and a tortoise are running a race.

Herum who wins.will the old story repeat or a new one will make the history….Herum.

You may not like me babying you. But You are a baby. You are of baby material.You are so cruel and mean and unfeeling yet you are a sweet-heart and you ought to come home.You say , home is where the heart is, they say home is where the bed is, whilst I say, Home is where we are. Home is no home without plural”we”.Love is not enough, lust is not enough.A home has to walled and rooffed and painted and there need to be proper air circulation. You are a baby and you know nothing. You come home and I’l see you.

Second Chance and double challenge. I am fearful of the road ahead.I need some inspirations. There will be trials and the ordeals. When ambition soars high, there will be fatigues.It will be like fighting with oneself;with incompetencies,with incompatibilities,with anticipations .God please help me to help them and Please help them to help me. Strenthen my sheathe and protect my dreams.