9:40 AM
Samrat Babu Koirala
Just like the tree standing still without any leaves
simply with hope to have them back again at summer, just like fetus clinging in
the mother's womb with the hope to see the sunlight someday, just like the caterpillar
living with a hope that one day it can somehow be like her mother, here I
collect some of the hopes remained deep down at the corners of my tired and
fatigued body to dream again.
Yes, I talk about hope a lot. Because I know and I also
want you to know that nothing ever happened in the world until someone
somewhere was willing to hope. Until, someone somewhere decided to believe in
himself again. Until someone, somewhere...
