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Song:- MAI CHHORI SALALA.... Putaliko Vatti -12

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Bishnu Majhi is a Nepalese folk singer from Chapakot, Syangja, Nepal. She has been singingNepali folk, festive and modern songs for last eleven years. She is known as the "Vocal Queen of Nepali folk singer" having recorded over 6,000 songs during this time. Much of her music revolved around the themes of love and patriotism. She is very famous for her folk songs and the themes of love.

he was born in 1989 in the neighborhood of Chapakot (Ratnapur-05) located in Syanjha, Nepal She began singing at the age of Fifteen."Driver Dai Man paryo malai" (??????? ??? ??????? ????) is her fist most popular song. She has recorded more than 6,000 songs during the time. Especially she sang about patriotism, love and regional songs. She is spent 11 years in singing career. During the time she was able to establish herself as a true daughter of Nepal. She is also known as the Vocal Queen of Nepal. When she was 15 years old she went to Butwal Mahatsobh (????? ??????) for her live Dohori singing competition. When she was singing, everyone who heard her were extremely impressed. Sundar Mani had taken Bishnu Majhi from Syanja showing her a dream of making singer. Bishnu’s dream came true but the presence of Sundar Mani in her real life made her life a nightmare. After relationship of living together with Sundarmani Ahikari (Singer/Composer) for 8 years she got married in December 2013 at Pokhara. During the initial days she used to earn Rs. 2,500 for singing one song and as time passed she started earning Rs. 40,000 for each song she sang and known as the Richest singer of Nepal. Which was never seen before. She has reached the height of popularity in Nepal as a folk artist. Her Songs has been hits on more than 100 Million on YouTube and iTunes.But as per her colleagues voice, She is not involved on Social media and any live concert yet.

Bishnu Majhis Songs Albums

Bala Joban (???? ????)

Baisa Dhalkina Lagyo (???? ?????? ??????)

Phoolko Chhayanle (????? ???????)

Tyo Man Runna Holara (???? ?? ????????? ?)

Pchheuri Malmalko (?????? ???????)

Bacha Kasam (???? ???)

Mero Sapana (???? ????)

Royo Gambesi (???? ???????)

Jale Rumal (???? ?????)

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Bishnu Majhis Songs Teej Songs

Putaliko Bhatti Vol 01 to 10 (??????? ????? ??? ? ???? ?? ????)

Vinaju Palkera 

Sano Sano Gafchha 

Ghumre Julafee 

Mero Vena Hongkong Ko Lahure 

Awards

Best Folk Singer of the year 2013 : Kalika Music Award – 2069

Best Folk Singer of the year 2013 - Bindabasini Music Award – 2069

Best Folk singer of the year (female) 2012 : Radio Rastako Radio Kantipur -2068

Best Singer of the year (Female) 2012 : Image Award - 2068

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. No reference to any real person, living or dead, should be inferred. 

I never noticed it before.  Not in the months Id lived and worked in that area.  Not in the hundreds of cab rides Id taken past that very spot, and strangely, no one ever thought to mention it.  On that day I decided to walk to the office, choosing fresh air over the stifled, hours-old sickness of the backseat of a cab or the cattle compartments of the local buses.  The sun was damnably high and bright already, and that is why I chose to walk Lantern Lane. 

The trees that grow along Lantern Lane have gone wild.  Even from either side of the road, they reach high enough and wide enough to cast their branches across the width of the street and intertwine, forming a thick knotted covering overhead that allows neither sun nor sky. 

Thus, the lanterns.

Every house along the road has hung tall, bright lanterns to guide passersby, and even in the brightest October morning, it would be dark without them.  The cobblestones were slippery beneath my shoes, their fine, flat leather soles meant for polished tile floors and not the roughhewn edges of hand laid rocks.  I crossed a two-lane highway to continue up Lantern Lane, navigating the suddenly steep slope where no lanterns lit the path.  The side to my right was an undeveloped and dark wood of trees and swaying grass.  To my left, a tall earthen wall of brown dirt knotted with roots and clusters of fallen leaves. 

As I crested the hill and the road straightened, I saw that there was a flat stretch of land filled with small, strange fixtures that dotted the ground like tombstones.  But they were not tombstones.  They were stacked formations of rock and brick, overgrown with roots and moss, set in a way that created a winding labyrinth that led all the way back to the entrance of a crumpled home. The windows were dark and the front door wide open.  The shutters on the windows hung lopsided from rusted nails and the porch was littered with discarded things.  A childs tricycle, so old the paint had faded to iron.  A rake.  A series of empty glass bottles. 

Even more strange, the home seemed to be built into the craggy rock of the hillside, so that only the front of it was visible.  It was as if the earth had swallowed the house and gotten stuck.  Or perhaps it had birthed the house and I was witnessing the first slow moments of its delivery as it emerged through the hills crumbling dirt and stone orifice.  I stood looking at the front of the home in amazement when I suddenly felt something brush against my arm and I leapt in fright, only to see a small, smiling woman standing beside me.  "Hello, Bernard," she said.

Betty worked at the office with me, a homely girl with a boyish haircut who kept to herself and rarely spoke above a whisper.  She was dressed in an ugly blue pea-coat with broken buttons and flesh-colored pantyhose clung to her thick legs and swollen ankles.  She walked in a low shuffle, scraping her flat black shoes along the office carpet in a way that left her perpetually vulnerable to static electric shocks from anything she touched. 

"Hello," I said, still trying to collect myself.  "Good morning.  I didnt know you came this way to work."

"Every day," she said. 

I nodded at the house and said, "Did you ever see anything like that?"

Betty shrugged and said, "It has been as long as I can remember.  When I was a child we used to call it the Loch Ness Monster."

I frowned at that, "But why?  Its not in the water and its not a monster.  Its a house."

"Its just something we called it, I guess," she said.  She ran her hand flat through the air, making ripples over the odd rock formations and said, "Maybe because of the way the stones stick out of the ground, like the humps of Nessies back?  The local kids used to play a game to see who would be brave enough to run all the way into the courtyard and touch the front door.  No one ever made it halfway."

I looked again, searching for her meaning.  Perhaps in the shadows, from a certain perspective filled with childish innovation, it was possible.  "Lets go up to the house," I said.  "I want to see it."

"No," she said with a laugh. "Thats mad, and anyway, well be late for work."

"No we wont.  Come on, come with me.  I bet a property like this is worth a fortune.  Maybe the owner would sell it for a good price."

"Its haunted," she said. 

Her tone was firm and flat and devoid of mischief.  I looked sideways at her and said, "You dont really believe that."

"Its what Ive always heard.  I was never dumb enough to go in there and see for myself.  I always stayed behind." 

"Well Im going," I said.  "I dont believe in ghosts." 

"Not at all?" she said. 

"Not at all.  I dont believe in demons, fairies, leprechauns, or angels.  Nothing of the sort."

Betty took a hesitant step into the dark courtyard behind me and said, "Lets go, but we must be fast.  I cannot be late today.  I always wanted to, really.  I just never had the courage."

Her voice had a nervous, excited quality to it and I turned toward her and said, "Watch out for the ghouls!"

"You really dont believe in them?"

"I believe in nothing that cannot be proven by science," I said.  "I am an atheist.  A humanist.  A man of reason.  I will believe in the supernatural only when it appears directly before me and makes itself known."  The wind picked up as we wound through the courtyard, rattling the bare limbs of the trees all around us, stirring up the scattered leaves cluttered around the humps of the stone monster swimming through the ground on either side of us.  In the wind, a thousand different sounds.  The rattle of old aluminum and scrape of wood on stone, dirt shifting on the porchs landing, and high-pitched whistling as it cut between the narrow gaps in the hillside.  I paused for a moment and listened, then said, "Well, that explains it."

Betty was too busy trying to stay on the stone path and she said, "Explains what?"

"The wind here sounds like people talking.  If you were a fool you might imagine a childs voice surrounded by a hundred other whispers."  I smiled and said, "Its all the work of overactive imaginations and superstition." 

Cath Ran Too Ach Spet Whallllllll…The wind moaned.  I stood in place and cocked my ear toward the sky, listening harder.  There had been, in fact, something more than just the sound of leaves blowing. 

I looked back for Betty, but the woman standing at my side was not her.  It was an older foreign woman dressed in plain housekeepers clothing.  She looked at me with a silent smile, the kind of bemused, diminutive look all servants practice in the presence of their superiors.  My eyes widened and I said, "Hello!  I didnt see you there.  Are you working on this property?"

She did not respond, other than to extend her hand.  I took it and shook, feeling her warm, strong grip and said, "My name is Bernard.  I was passing by and wanted to get a better look at the house.  Do you know if its for sale?"

Cath Ran Too Ach Spet Whallllllll…the wind whispered again, speaking for the servant woman, who did nothing more than stare at me.  Her head was cocked at a slight angle to me, studying me, trying to make sense of what I was saying.  She still had not released my hand.  

"Do you work here?" I said.

Still she did not respond.  I took a step back from her, attempting to free my hand, but she held me tight and began to pull.  Pulling me closer to the porch, pulling me closer to the entrance to the house.  My God,I thought suddenly.  Shes trying to take me with her. 

Terror and anger fueled my strength enough that I gave a ferocious pull that nearly yanked the woman into me.  "I’m not going!" I said.  "But you can come with me.  Do you want to leave this place?"

We struggled like that, going back and forth as I dug in my heels on the jagged stone path and wrenched backwards, forcing the woman each step of the way.  She never spoke.  She never drew breath.  She never did more that stare at me in tilted silence, smiling with flat, unmoving lips. 

Finally, I gave a terrific pull and yanked my hand hard enough away to free myself and went sprawling down onto the courtyard, striking one of the piles of bricks.  The servant woman looked down at me for a moment, then turned from me and headed back down the path and vanished into the house. 

I shot up from the courtyard and ran as fast as I could, sliding and slipping on the dewy cobblestones of Lantern Lane.  I arrived at the office twenty minutes later, breathless, pant legs soaked and streaked with mud.  I took off my shoes by the front door to let them dry out and walked in wet socks toward my desk.  My boss scowled at my disheveled shirt and hair and said, "What on earth happened to you?"

"I was attacked by a dog," I said.

"Did you get bit?"

"Nearly.  Do you want me to go home and get changed?"

"No, thats all right," he said, patting me on the shoulder.  He looked up at the clock and said, "Has anyone seen Betty?" 

I spun around in my seat, looking for her.  "You mean she didnt come in yet?" 

"Not even a phone call," he said.  "And I needed her in early today."

I turned back to my desk and immediately began paying careful attention to the things on my desk, moving them around shiftlessly as my mind clicked and whirred to try and make sense of it all.  I was convinced Betty had run off when the wind began whispering.  If not, that shed turned tail at the sight of the servant woman.  It hadnt even occurred to me that she wouldnt be sitting at her desk when I arrived. 

"Let me know when she shows up," he said. 

I told him I would without raising my head, only to hear his office door close and the front office door open at the same time.  I felt a cool breeze blow across the back of my neck, chilling my damp hair, and heard something whisper, Cath Ran Too Ach Spet Whallllllll…          

Flat, cheaply-made shoes shuffled across the office floor toward my desk.  I turned in my seat to say Thank God, only to feel the words die before they reached my mouth.  Bettys hand was extended toward me and she was walking with her head tilted sideways, her lips stretched across her face in a silent, flat grin.     

Schaffer here…

I rarely have nightmares, and when I do, theyre normally about getting in trouble for some horrific thing that Im greatly relieved not to have done upon waking.  As for a straight up scary dream, they dont happen. At least, not often.

Last night I had a good old fashioned ghost dream.  I can only attribute it to residual thoughts floating around my head from subjecting myself to nothing but Evil Dead movies lately.  Some of the symbolism was there.  The haunted structure in the woods.  The hand being controlled by something supernatural.  As for everything else, I couldnt say.  The Loch Ness monster comment was a direct quote from the woman in my dream and I could make no more sense of it during the dream than I can now.  Maybe it was left over material from the Carnival of Cryptids?  It was sitting in some dusty drawer of my subconscious, just waiting for the right time and place for my brain to say, "Ah ha!  You can go there!"

I dont truck with the theory of dream symbolism or pay attention to them.  I mock people who fear the supernatural.  Much like the Bernard in the story, I refuse to believe in things that cannot be proven.  It strikes me as somewhat ironic that at night, when I am not paying attention, my mind reminds me that perhaps I am not quite as smart or assured as I think.     

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