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What do Narayan Wagle, Yug Pathak, Narayan Dhakal, Krishna Dharabasi and Buddhisagar Chapain have in common?

AN OPEN LETTER
Dear fellow countrymen,
Stillness is death. No matter how much you shout, scream, scatter, fight, hide or fly, you

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