Kogle – Prembahadur Bohara

Kogle – Prembahadur Bohara | ..Like a bit of cold that disappears with the rays of the morning sun, I got to fly like a cloud with time and coincidence. The world that was screaming with the flight made me happy but I didn’t find myself there. The remnants of a bit of frost left over from the struggle to find one’s own existence also came into view.