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		<title>घाउ</title>
		<link>https://bshakya.com.np/2014/04/09/%e0%a4%98%e0%a4%be%e0%a4%89/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2014 08:31:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[पर्नु परेपछि, पर्नुसम्म पर्छ, अब त यो घाउ,]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>पर्नु परेपछि,</p>
<p>पर्नुसम्म पर्छ,</p>
<p>अब त यो घाउ,</p>
<p>समयले नै भर्छ।</p>
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		<title>मेरी सुजिता</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2014 09:23:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[शुरुवात देखिको तिम्रो भो साथ; कहिले नछुट्ने]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>शुरुवात देखिको<br />
तिम्रो भो साथ;<br />
कहिले नछुट्ने<br />
तिम्रो नै हात।</p>
<p>कति गहिरो<br />
तिम्रो नै सोचमा;<br />
मेरा यी आँखा<br />
तिम्रो नै खोजमा।</p>
<p>हरपल सगै<br />
हुनुको आश;<br />
तिमीलाई भनेर<br />
चल्ने यो साँस।</p>
<p>कति पो लेख्नु<br />
कथा कविता;<br />
त्यहीँ त नाम आउँछ<br />
मेरी सुजिता।</p>
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		<title>MY WEDDING DAY</title>
		<link>https://bshakya.com.np/2014/03/07/my-wedding-day/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2014 05:28:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The day was 29th April, 2012. Early in the morning, I woke up and everything seemed same. But there was]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The day was 29<sup>th</sup> April, 2012. Early in the morning, I woke up and everything seemed same. But there was something new budding in my heart. A feeling of some sort, as if something I never imagined was going to happen. Something was going to happen but I had planned for it well for months now. But I could not shake my new feeling which was starting to make me nervous. Of course, it was my wedding that day but I thought I should not be feeling so nervous.</p>
<p>We had to reach the church by 10 am in the morning. My brother had already gone to the church. My mother and sister were getting ready in their best dress. Especially my sister was really excited to have me married as except my mother other all members of the family were male. My mother even called a beautician to make an updo in her hair and put on some heavy make-up. Luckily they finished their touch up in time and we reached the church by quarter to ten.</p>
<p>I looked around and there was no any sign of the bride. I guessed that she must be getting ready somewhere. When I entered the hall, there were already about 50 people seated and watching me with their sly smile and glaring eyes as if I was about to be sacrificed or something.</p>
<p>The pastor called me and told me to sit down in the place in front of the hall. After that begun a long wait for the bride. I meanwhile was furiously trying to contact my friends as not even one of them were inside the hall. Whoever I contacted were just telling me that they will be coming soon. As the time passed. I began to grow more impatient and nervous. And my pastor was constantly reminding me to keep calm and just feel special at that moment.</p>
<p>Finally. There was the arrival of the bride with her face covered in a veil and walking towards me so slowly as if there were land mines kept on the way. I and my soon to be wife were seated facing each other. Though I could not see her face as she was just looking down and nowhere else.</p>
<p>As the ritual goes, before starting the ceremony my pastor asked if there were any objections to the wedding. I gave a quick glance at everybody at that time. Luckily everybody there were satisfied with the wedding. Then oaths were taken and promises made which I don&#8217;t actually remember now. But as people say it’s the love that you do to the other person that really matters and not merely the words you speak. I would go on but this is just the tip of my starting of marital life. There are so many ups and downs I have seen although it has been only 2 years. But surely I will never forget the day that started it all.</p>
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		<title>A BIT OF MY PAST</title>
		<link>https://bshakya.com.np/2014/02/22/a-bit-of-my-past/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Feb 2014 16:45:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Already 22 years of my life has gone, and after everything I have gone through, I still yearn for more.]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: left;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5em;">Already 22 years of my life has gone, and after everything I have gone through, I still yearn for more. It must be something I picked up during my childhood that facing challenge alone will make one stronger. And challenges are something that have been constant in my life. The farthest I can remember in my past is me and my family living in a small rented room near my father’s working place. That place used to be like chocolate factory from roald dahl’s novel. The mixed smell of strawberry and chocolate always used to surround me when I used to wake up early in the morning. The small bakery shop that my father used to own was running quite well in the locality. But time is one of the things that always keeps on changing. As natural to a businessman my father always wanted to expand his business. He found a partner too. But soon, as he told me later, he learnt the most important lesson in his life and that is to believe on no human being. Because he got cheated and he lost all he had, the only thing left with him were us, his family that included my mother, me and my small brother. But I guess from the place where I am today I can still say that everything that happens, happens for the good.</span></p>
<p>Currently my mother is working as an accountant while my small brother and my little sister are continuing their study. In my case, being freshly out of a job where I sacrificed half a decade of my life, am doing something quite different. From being a teacher surrounded by numerous students to a video editor surrounded by many gadgets and gizmos. Dealing with so many changes is quite a challenge and as most of the time a voice in my head tells to me, never quit.</p>
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		<title>WELCOME</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Feb 2014 03:54:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear friends, this site is my baby step into the world of blogging. hope for your support and sharings]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear friends,</p>
<p>this site is my baby step into the world of blogging. hope for your support and sharings</p>
<p>sincerely,</p>
<p>bibek shakya</p>
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