Brother's letter to sister in Nepali dipawali

Dear sister,

Although some can arthoka also, far in the country and, this time I remembered pretty weird to you. Geographic distance does not change, no matter how far away? Love of his own body to remain chatibhitrai this sister. Four years progress, you have to be met without. Today, the festival has begun to be limited to only the memory. Facebook, Skype, and seldom just to look at you in a dream.

I come from the land of Far? To calculate heart. I am lost for? Not begin to count. Have you got past childhood, remembering every festival day dhita death and the vaccine Facebook photo shows duniyamle rooted turukka tears once tle of my past caravarse festival obligation.

Really! How interesting it would be terrible festival in our village? We even liked both dasaimbhanda the festival. You went on before the festival, saying MUM and velvet chathryaum seed. Karesabaribhari white MUM samcthyau my brother saying. MUM then your face more gray than vegetable I saw the. I will follow lagthem waving when playing. My ketaketipana-once when you play waving, I was going to follow in order to steal your skirt. You and your friends with low mocked me neither! For the wives of the money that night playing Bhailo chutyaumthyau, my favorite icy, and my favorite clothes kinidinthyau. I have nothing but! I used Corruption mother gave you daksinamathi. Have you ever complained garinaum.

Sister, you are my sister thiinaum only. Parents were, the master were, were friends. Endure so weird how each be not so much vyaktitvaki rich with you. The first came off a fight with someone, you sunaumthem. I go to school when you were koridine hair cipikka and oil. Go to my school fees were you even tiridine. I fail enough for today. Maths teaching me that you have a cause of bondage. Tell me something if you fight too. You should never stand in little. Always paripakvajhaim, praudhajhaim presented himself done. I was not afraid of anything, when I feel today.

There may be covered MUM, I am oilaieko here. Reaching jhilimili is, I am completely went off. In mind that the high-shedding. All of the Seeker must embrace the rainbow forehead, I am a pale-pale. MUM and velvet hanging neck may Seeker, I am going to shift restraints hanging identity. Court-square danced would blared. The youngsters are preparing Deusi and Bhailo have, if I am preparing for duty.

Okharajastai aspirations shattered. Fiery ujyalinchan expectations and fiery nibhchan jhirajhirejastai. Why not diyojastai burning the picture? Why not live makhamalijastai khusiharu naoilai?

Miss doing selarotiko sister, you smell cooked. Miss doing your gentle hand touched my forehead was empty. Are pretty Miss, Deusi friends playing. Mobile rinngatona hearing is satisfied with the tune Deusi Ray. The festival look at old photos laugh, for a moment, even if. Four years ago, you have taken a photo of every year as the member states have to enjoy atmaratima FG Post on Facebook. My sister, you are worshiping me, the reality of death is bound to have said gives. But now, yamarajale s tribe of the same arthoka take it, draw, even unintentionally taken cumdaerai. Usually, not to return. Perhaps, under penalty of disintegration would have to leave. I love my country. Sorry, my sister. RBF weird is that I did not come!

Your beloved brother