The death of a myth

I know you remember that morning as vividly as I do. It was my fourteenth birthday and I woke up to the horror of my dad standing over my bed, whispering, “Jyanmara le sabbai lai sidhyayo.” That murderer finished them all. The death of a myth
Sanjit Bhakta Pradhananga
Published at : June 3, 2017
Updated at : June 4, 2017 08:09