Tag Archives: Sagar Rijal

~Sagar Rijal~ When I leave I will remember the peas you planted on the yard and the lone orange tree, its leaves deep green in the winter sun, still too young to bear fruit.

~Sagar Rijal~ I don’t know where the birds go to die. I have never seen, a crow or a sparrow fall down in midflight. Not the hunted birds; the free wheeling ones, that die natural deaths.