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Who is he?

Who is he?

- by Kabita Oli

He is the one I admire ​The one very wish I desire Twinkling star of the sky Laughter in every cry

Go with the flow sometimes

Go with the flow sometimes

Dear Sadichha, I am 30-year-old girl. I am in relationship with my colleague. We have been dating each other for past three years. He recently proposed me for a live-in relationship. We both are doing well in our careers and can sustain our lives on our own.

Love by App

Love by App

- by RIHA SHAH

Like any modern love story it started when we were a match on tinder. He was my first match though. Like any other arrogant girl I didn’t text him first.

LOVE

LOVE

- by Saroj Wagle

There is a quote, “Let me whisper something in your ear – I love you.” When I read this beautiful quote deep down in my heart, I have a strong feeling for someone ‘special’ too.

Anirodal and his hug

Anirodal and his hug

- by Kushal Basnet.

“You have them, right?” I asked Anirodal in a call. “Yes, but we need to buy new ones,” he replied. “Meet me at Royal Kitchen, Sinamangal at 5 pm sharp.”

Dream seen yesterday

Dream seen yesterday

- by Jagrit Acharya

A fantasy submerged in a surreal thought A desire that your childish pride sought

Let me tell you

Let me tell you

- by Prakash Pradhan

Let me be found Let me be a story in your lifeline,

Underrated Opportunities

Underrated Opportunities

- by Lazzana Goverdhan

“There is no greater disability in society, than the inability to see a person as more” Robert M. Hensel

Home

Home

- by SARMITA SHRESTHA

Relationship is like a house. When a light bulb burns out,

Girl with many roles

Girl with many roles

- by Moin Uddin

And there he was ignoring me like he hadn't known me I wished that he would come and talk to me

Love me or love me not!

Love me or love me not!

- by Sonam Lama

Love me or love me not I am the morning dew drop Bloomed from your heart Glistened by the ray

The fabrication of a legacy

The fabrication of a legacy

- by Susan Sharma

24th June 1987 on the poorest part of Rosario, Argentina a baby took his first breath. His parents had no big expectations of him at all.