Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: On a dead morning, a burial snow falls. The howling of a stray dog and the sound of wooden clogs break the silence. I walk with the weight of the heavens on my mind. Embracing the darkness of the night, with a patterned umbrella in hand, treading the path of a woman's life, tears falling to the ground throughout the journey. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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