THE PURPOSE OF LIFE IS A LIFE OF PURPOSE

Yah it was totally an encounter I wasn’t expecting …..… It all started at the Nepal Telecom Office where I had gone to pay the telephone bill …There I took the token and was just sitting by waiting for my turn to come…… Just then a boy sitting by my side said “HI” to me and before I could ask who he was he said he studied in SOS and  knew me when I was reading plus 2 over there---roughly calculating he must be in Class 4/5 at

At times when you sit idle or go through the photos,  memories run by and so as I was going through the photos of Kumudini Homes School and SOS +2; some memories just went through the memories of times spent all good and bad…………these are the things I miss the most::::::: IN KUMUDINI HOMES Ä   My friends, teachers and classes Ä   Waking up unwillingly at 4 am in the morning, sometimes being shouted at by Gyan sir, washing face and then secrectly again going back to sleep Ä   Assembly’s cover up doing unwillingly Ä   Dancing with