Granddaughter remembers #DorBahadurBista on his #90th birthday "That Last Hug"

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That Last Hug.....
He will be 90 today and I refuse to use past tense. After 22 years of his disappearance, I want him to know that wherever he is, he gave me the greatest hug ever....

 That last hug
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  1. Sasi KalaNovember 22, 2020 at 5:12 AM

    Awww, so you're his granddaughter? I read one of his articles a few years back and always wonder how Nepal would have been under his leadership--if he had that chance!

    I was born and brought up in Kathmandu but live in Canada. I just couldn't help writing this note to you once I read you're one my idols' granddaughter. Would like to chat on messenger to get to know each other a bit more?

    Bina/Sasi Sharma

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    1. LabanyaMay 28, 2021 at 3:13 AM

      Hi, thank you so much for your response. I am sorry I checked my blog after ages today. Would love to chat :). Take care.
      Warmly,
      L

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