Stories By 'Supriya Khadka'
All sorts of men, who come to meJust want to devour my body.But no one even attempts to see,What my heart is like inside.
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The most difficult and yet the most enthralling part about a ‘college day’ is my ride back home. The most convenient vehicle to reach my home is a mini bus which we call ‘force gaadi’ in our area. It was only a couple of months later that I realised the vehicle was called Force because of a logo on it.
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My family had a very special Mother’s Day this year because we had our grandmother with us. Early in the morning, after exchanging tika, gifts and blessings, we were ready for some snaps.
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I walk

Supriya Khadka, Mar 28 2018

My naïve steps—slow and steady,Help me move forward I can feel a pull from behind,But, I do not stop
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All sorts of men, who come to me Just want my bodyBut no one even attempts to seeWhat my heart is like What it feels like inside
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Any kind of imagination fascinates me. Perception and outlook that are different than my own easily mesmerise me.
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