...The way we meet and the way we share the things.....are the memories that are inside my heart and the mind that will never fade....what a time we had...really those were the days my friends I really like to repeat once again...the nights we walked with out good foods..and the cold of Thorugla and the path we walked together were some of my beautiful part of the life...the snow...the makkai..hot water and satu..some apples and ofcourse the SHIKHAR...how the timw can be so mean on us...lets do it again my friends...without you people I am feeling very lonely in this strange world......
The very dangerous path we walked very hardly..and the moment I lost the camera...I hope and wonder how the photoes looked like...and still I remember..''Chora churot dherai nakha la...ani thakai pani namar hai..baru bistarai hida hai.....''the lady of the manang made us to remember our mother....and the apples..oh..I am really touched and like to repaeat it once again with you my friends....I hope the time will be with us very soon.......
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