dear point,At 11:30 in the night, you are sound asleep with our two heart-shaped daughter and son. I am writing this letter looking at your innocent sleeping face. In this vast world, you are the one whom I love the most. And I also believe that you are the one who loves me more.

Even today, reading the love letters and sentiments I wrote in your name on the dirty pages of old diaries, I feel a bit ashamed . Looking at you from the side of the same bed, I am thinking - Ah, how fast time has passed! One day I used to look at the clock hundreds of times a day to catch a glimpse of you and in the evening I would walk around Baglung market and circle your house . I still remember - you used to sit in your grocery store wearing a yellow t-shirt (later I found out, yellow is your favorite color) and hop paint.

In this way, to see your bright face and to listen to your soft speech, I have spent many times Rs. I bought a pen and wrote some poems, songs, ghazals and love letters! Since the era of letters is a bit lost, I could not send you in an envelope, but even today I feel a bit ashamed when I read the love letters and feelings I wrote in your name on the dirty pages of old diaries . But, remembering that one-sided love once again brings a distinct joy. True! I had collected the pens I bought in your shop until much later! After that, many tests in life are over.

home in the middle of the market. Shop at home. Father abroad . Excellent in studies . You are terrible compared to me! I had nothing but dreams. You Bohra, I am a person of a different caste from the village! There is no sign from anywhere, no acquaintances, no relatives, nothing. Beautifully seen while walking on the road, liked . House, address found out by inquiry . Went to buy pens every evening. If you wake up by calling the landline phone number of the house, say 'hi-hello'. He became a friend by introducing himself. Started double talking on the phone . F.M. Song and poem dedication by listening! He seduced you by talking sweetly about life and love. That's all our love story! To break the story, the children meet by chance. Boy likes, follows, convinces . This is often the case with love stories. Same with us – I saw you, liked you…. So, if you and I only look at this story, there is nothing interesting and

ing. However, if we look at the ground and society behind you and me, we are very different. We are mature young people who can take their own life decisions from an early age. A couple, freed from the unspoken bonds of family and society, are free birds . You are a more independent and confident daughter who came to hold my empty hand by believing in love and speech. My courage pales in comparison to yours . Because being a man, the unspoken currents that society imposes on me are a little less . Salute to your courage, salute to your love! There was love between us, but we were tied together by each other's dreams. It was my dream to do something in the country, to establish an identity in the society . In a word, it was my dream to earn name and fame . Your dream was to study higher education and stand on your own feet, to break the age-old tradition of marrying as soon as you reach your age and staying at home, to support each other, to move forward together!

Hey! Even at that young age, how mature we have been. Therefore, even though we got married at a young age, our interests did not change, our thoughts did not change, our minds did not change . It became stronger and stronger. I never regretted getting married early. What happened to you and the point ? I'm just now looking at you again sleeping soundly with these two lovely children - I don't think you have any regrets. No, it's not! I will ask again tomorrow morning .

Dear Bindu,

When it came to dreams, we moved forward respecting and supporting each other's dreams. I earned Dherthor name, you passed the degree . Then our first child a daughter was born, and then a son . I don't know
, what are you thinking these days! But, I sometimes think - you are burdened by the responsibility of our children and the burden of my career . Because being a mother of two children and being the wife of a creator-artist are both equally difficult roles. Many people have the experience of children. This in itself is a challenging responsibility . However, being an artist's wife is not enough with a little thought, faith and courage. Standing on a vast ground of faith, you have become a witness of my flight. You have allowed me to fly away from the two children in the nest. Well, I went out to look for food, but you haven't been able to fly as much as me. We got married by envisioning an egalitarian socialism where we build a nest together and forage together, but with the passage of time, like the traditional marriage structure, I can fly freely wherever you go, and you always have to cover the nest . Blessed are you, great are you . But, I don't want to limit you to these flowery words . I am waiting for the time when you will fly freely like me and both of you will build a nest together . Be ready for your next dream and flight.

point,

An originator's thoughts may be stable, but his nature is unstable . The ideas I carry and the plans I make are not so wrong, so practically our life is fine . However, it is not a small ability to tolerate and balance my emotionally volatile nature and feelings. I appreciate your ability . An inanimate person who laughs, speaks and disappears in his own world in an instant needs another inanimate person.
Then you have become a lifeless person! What a match! Well, my volatile nature and handling it is a matter between you and me . To some extent, this is also a matter of our own control. But, look, the society is slowly becoming unstable . Extreme pessimism and negativity are on the rise. Humanity and compassion are missing . There are many reasons for this. The main reason is the country's politics and leadership, which is not under your control. We are a helpless citizen . There is no option to endure . But how much to bear! You should also be proud of my career, but how humiliated you feel seeing the negative comments on social media. You find yourself lighthearted through me because of how easily you can be insulted. How do you escape from the questions asked by neighbors and relatives! How worried you are seeing my despair and mentality. How insecure you feel about us and our future in this country . A thought like 'Yes, let's go to a prosperous country like many of our friends and live a happy life' also comes to your mind.

Dear Bindu,

After living so much life, we know that life is not easy. Moreover, since the nature of my profession is public, it is only natural that matters of our personal lives are also a matter of public interest . There is no alternative to bear it, accept it and balance it . In this way, it is not our fault and weakness behind many abuses and negative comments even on small issues, it is our destiny . It is a product of political frustration and social instability and somewhere there is also a divisive mentality .
though look! We are also getting love . Nepalis spread all over the world are giving love and good wishes to you, me and our family. We are luckier than the common man . So don't think of leaving the country under any circumstances. Whether the change of this country is within our control or not, I will spend the old sorrows and joys together with you in Nepal, working on our common dream and plan to inform the society through my creation and you will create jobs for few people through your ideas and activism . I swear! Much love.