Himanile called - me sad too many thorns. I talked to several times that I cried,
Himanile called - me sad too many thorns. I talked to several times that I cried,
Getabatai him 'Follow' to Biju Maharjan told I was a photojournalist. He rushed down the lens knees shaking. I saw he was pushed down on a vehicle. His eyes had me bordasamgai. Hello, I, I, he Hello, returning his 'signature' muskurain smile. I come up, I point to the attendant.
'Ratopati welcome guest, "I said a little formal sit through her sofa. 'Thank you, he said looking ratopati guest bhitto written.
There was some casual conversation. He asked a few, a few, I. He readily khulin. Former crown-any behavior that was dakasa. Of course, the discussion had been janasadharanasamga to adapt to the nature of the subject Himani.
Coffee arrived. I take my recorder on. Biju began to adjust the camera lens.
"Well, now let coffee drinking in informal conversation. I do a lot of questions. Bujhihalnubhayo theme, Sarar bolnuhola, if you feel that some chutejhai Sabrie between. ", I said.
"It is," spread her signature smile. Biju bhyaihalin take a snap.
