harijanga Thapa
My name is Oli Sudip music. I tekem 204 9 BS earth. Dang was born while light tripura municipal Narayanpur. But, my eyes seeing the world in color bitisakdasameta 23 years. Could not distinguish day and night. While the land set foot in mother's womb and found a different feel. As was the mind to understand the pain of thorns grew louder. It still has not been deprived of thorns. Peaceful state of mind has not been able to keep.
Having passed childhood curious. School house passed it along the way. Saving his life passed bushes fall. Leaping friends among them. I also uphranthem fantasies. Many sports khelthem dream. Playground khelejasari friends cry. However, the reality was different. I have often tried to take steps to fight without help. I fell. Never ladnupardainathyo dream. Hunthame sheer walking. Read literature. Hunthem played. So I felt very sweet childhood dream vipanabhanda.
Katnebittikai wall of our house began my fight. School when I felt victorious. 10 years after this conflict, I have SLC. His parents lived in a house for years, the passing was difficult to identify. However, if the school is well known to lie letter. I felt a great accomplishment. Singer to be, the desire to develop in a number of job khanelagayata. Got married. Settled gates.
It took a year of marriage colorful life. It was sweet with a spouse. He also dekhdinathin eyes. But we also support one another dekhthyaum imagination. The colorful world of life are in distress came to ramaumthyaum. Mate gave birth to a son. Were beside themselves. There was a strong desire to see their children. To see lap a lot. Amdhyarobaheka could not see anything. Can not see the right nasaknubhayo pain. Transient pain was mixed with the fun.
Son she left the wife world. He happier to see the light without darkness, I saw more and more. Venomous, I lamented. Mourning, would not return to this beautiful world I would have, my dear son, and his mother also dekhisakthem music. Even if an adult child responsibility. He also children drowned in distress happiness khojimdorahecha day. Musical program so the walking road besaeko am sorry.
As long as you have met your food; bhanneharusamma. But not me, my children and future generations is concerned. I eat as long as my son sat me suffer more. So his fellow-dried throat singing in the streets for walking sticks cooperation is not about me at ease. Similarly, 12 class have read. I saved some money. I sent some home expenses.
At first the streets of Kathmandu himdthem alone. Now we have four groups. Thakuris darculaki group humility, butavalaki khagesvara Poudel, Sindhuli INTA and I'll Pariar. One problem facing our mind to it. Pain-pleasure is easy to exchange. Kathmandu street is cut, and go to the bathroom to compliment. A musical program will also continue as being absent.
It was the dream of a job. By suffering for its plainly. However, only nahumdorahecha thinking. Our support for the then 10 ÷ 20 rupee partner manabaheka think there is none. Me and my family would be good for road and asked for money to support music programs exempted from start.
I am beginning to appear on the streets from 2067. When the program from morning to night, when part of the throat, drying 50 ÷ 60 Rupee am khanasameta hunger. When they were happy days and moments are also saved Rs. Few would be happy to come to the day. But also save some money and have kharcasamgai home. I am thinking of a song out. Binod Bhandari word and song Ek bajuraliko stay erenja pain altogether blind speak. Kholiheraumla singing tone, eye heart, he brings the darkness made, the next lifetime pheraumla world.
The money saved and a half years and raise him well. Teach him. Enable make. Many have mocked when my vision. Few have support. But, my children, youngsters may not suffer anguish day. The way to avoid a day dhuknu and dry throat. Duwachour my future generation is born blind, even if the road to avoid an unusual day.
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