A Storyteller at Babar Mahal Revisited in Kathmandu | Veneeta Singha

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Re-envisioning history and heritage is a work in progress. For those of us who had chosen a less strife-ridden vocation, the work IS progress, fraught as it is everywhere with times past and times best left untold. Babar Mahal Revisited is space and time captured, constructed and captivatingly modernized.

Real Leaders: leading by Self Confidence

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Not all leaders are Real Leaders, the persons who take the long way towards success, by working hard to achieve their set goals. Not concerned with visibility, Real Leaders develop skills and expertise by doing and by developing high levels of self confidence that are able to transfer to others.

Suffering in silence

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The most noble way to suffer is to do in silance and keep smiling because life must go on. Always.

Recovery and Resilience at Swayambhu Nath | Veneeta Singha

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Recovery from the Great Quake of April 2015 at Swayambhu Nath in snapshots

AN INCOMPLETE RAINBOW : THE MISSING PIECES OF SEXUALITY DISCOURSE

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The binary world of sexuality now has a spectrum. Is the spectrum complete? Does it have a space for the population that identifies as asexual and its various manifestations.

SUCCESS OR FAILURE, LIFE IS ALL ABOUT LOVE

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Why loving whatever you are doing is important.

My Experience Shortly

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CHRONICLE OF OUR FIELD TRIP TO SINDHULPALCHOK (PART II)

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Visiting Sindhulpalchock we came to know about many untold stories of persons living with disabilities coping with their lives despite huge challanges..

Back to literature.

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Here is one of Shakespeare’s sonnets:

 

Who will believe my verse in time to come,

If it were filled with your most high deserts?

Though yet, Heaven knows, it is but as a tomb

Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.

If I could write the beauty of your eyes,

And in fresh numbers number all your graces

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