My title in Nepali Says: No Title 
Finally got enrolled in my Master’s Level after some trouble. I was told I might not be accepted because my name’s not in the list. How could they deny admission to one of their top student? (Believe me, I am 
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I went to class every day, had tough discussion with my Department Head, became part of struggle team and finally…. Yay…. 
(remember folks, our stuggle was peaceful one). If nothing goes wrong, then in next 2 years I will finish my masters.
And oh yeah: I got to share this funny story. We were supposed to have meeting with our Department Head and I reached there late. So result: no empty seats. One of my class mate (whom i knew recently though we studied together for more than 3 years) invited me to share his seat rather in awkward way. He moved back and showed me little space in front. Seeing no option, I accepted (May be my mistake, but people were sitting like tht..so i took it normally). As meeting progressed, he hugged me from back, put his head on my shoulder and started playing his fingers in my hands. I didn’t know what to say or do, so i just stayed there like a statue. Technically: He made move in mass hehe (I found it funny) lol
And life’s been good so far… Monsoon is almost here and I have started losing umbrella. Yesterday: One go. Now how many remains, yet to see
One of my friend’s just back from Delhi… She told me her Delhi Stories like when she wore shorts and went to Gurgaoun and other place, people stared her in almost shocked expression (may be i exaggerated), girls don’t go to pub after 9 or so… she didn’t see anyone walking with beer bottle in street at night…. and so on. And the conclusion: Delhi is conservative than Kathmandu. Is it really?
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