Ghanashyam Bista after lockdown
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Nepal, Sept. 13 -- The sunlight peeped through the trees and settled on the dewy grass. Naxal park looked like a fading, ancient painting. The blanket of mist melted away and the trees were painted in the warmth of the sun. The park stirred awake with a soft glow of the gentle morning.
The iron door was unbolted and as it swung open, a figure sailed into the park. Chewing gum between his teeth with great pleasure, the figure ambled swiftly towards a seat in the middle of the park.
The birds, as they flew above the park, regarded him with a kindly eye. The sweet, tender and loving sun stroked the flowers of Naxal park lovingly with its golden fingers.
The dew upon the grass gleamed, as though smiling. Drinking in the air that felt as sw...
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