Manish Lamichhane

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Dying Sergeant Writes

Published On: July 17, 2019 11:30 AM NPT By: Manish Lamichhane

I’m sorry to say that I am not sure what I’m writing. I suppose it’s a story that’s close enough to be read by you and felt by you, just you. The beauty that cannot be seen, that cannot be heard, that cannot be smelt; it can be felt. When you feel this beauty then you’ll see it, you’ll hear it, you’ll smell it, you’ll taste it and finally, you’ll live it.

Memory of Rose

Published On: August 8, 2018 11:02 AM NPT By: Manish Lamichhane

I was waiting for the moon to peek through the horizon as the wind persuaded the clouds above to drift pass. The sight made me feel like I was also hooked onto the swaying clouds. Suddenly, it started drizzling but my eyes eagerly waited for the first glimpse of the moon; I knew, despite the clouds, the moon would show up for me.