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Ajaya Dahal

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What is Ajaya Dahal

Đọc tiểu thuyết Ajaya Dahal của tác giả DaoistP7caXK được xuất bản trên WebNovel.It reflects and perserves the modern history of Nepal. It is regarded as seat of royalty. Often called Basantapur Durbar square is surrounded by age old temples epitomizes history with religious and c...

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It reflects and perserves the modern history of Nepal. It is regarded as seat of royalty. Often called Basantapur Durbar square is surrounded by age old temples epitomizes history with religious and cultural life of the nation and people. It’s the place where kings of Nepal were crowed and their coronations solemnized. Taleju Temple, Kal Bhairav, the god of destruction, Nautalle Durbar, Coronation Nasal Chowk, Gaddi Baithak, statue of King Pratap Mall, Big Drums, Jagannath temple and Kasthmandap are main attractions of it. It’s the area where most of religious celebrations like Indra Jatra, Gaijatra, Vasanta Panchami and others organized.

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