Festival of Dashain Dashain comes again in Canada from the back alley of busy routine on a Monday watches my two hands multiplied ten a battle of usual weekdays to my daughters, Dashain is a story I tell them in the car, until we reach the school every year, the same story endsContinue reading “Festival of Dashain. A poem by Saraswoti Lamichhane”
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