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March 28th, 2011, I saw a message posted on my wall.

I was surprised to see the language it was written in. And it influenced me to write this entry because of that friend. Not that I have never thought about writing but....

This is an article that might make some of you mad at me. But the truth is truth, we can't deny. If my parents had decided to teach me Nepali instead of Newari, I dont know may be I would have been different. But they decided to go with Newari instead and I am glad they did. I am proud on of my parents, my whole family who have taught their kids our own language.

TBD....

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