Though decrepit with lack of maintenance, the Manjushree Park. will spring up to life as soon as you step in. It will start whispering love-poetry through the branches of its old and wise trees. If you have an inclination to pen down verses, you might even end up writing some poems. But be careful, the ground is slippery. The dry grass will try its best to upset your balance. But then, it is a harmless mischief. Even if you slip and fall down six times or even a dozen times as I did, donŠ½t curse the area. For there are forest-gods hovering around, and you might end-up infuriating them.
Quite naturally, as Dolakha has been at peace since a long time. And the logic of conflict is something that they cannot understand, unless as some form of madness, spiritual illness, or moral pestilence.
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