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रोजालिन्ड फ्रांकलिन: डीएनएको खोजीमा भुलिएका योगदानका कथा

डीएनए आविष्कारका लागि निकै पछिसम्म श्रेय नपाएकी उनलाई आधुनिक भाइरोलोजीले उच्च श्रेय दिएको छ, उनले गरेको कामकै आधारमा अझै पनि कतिपय भाइरसको अनुसन्धान हुने गर्छ। सन् १९६१ सम्म रोजालिन्ड बाँचिराखेकी भए सायद उनले पनि पो त्यो नोबेल पुरस्कार पाउँथिन् होला कि, विल्किन्सको सट्टा। अहिले सोच्न त पाइयो, तर इतिहासमा धेरै रोजालिन्ड छन्, यस वर्षको नोबेल…
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Rosalind Franklin: The Dark Lady of DNA and Forgotten Contributions in the Search for DNA

She received little credit for the discovery of DNA until much later, but modern virology holds her in high regard- research on many viruses still builds on her work. Had Franklin been alive in 1962, perhaps she, rather than Wilkins, would have received that Nobel Prize. We can only wonder now. But history has many…
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The Long Way Back

I do not buy the ticket. I keep the boy a boy, I keep the tree, and the light switch exactly where my hand remembers. I keep a house where the hinge still complains. I keep a lane the rain has not yet hardened. I keep my mother’s voice in the next room, counting something,…
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शीर्षकविहीन

तर म जान्दछु, म पुग्दा मेरो घरले मलाई चिन्ने छैन। भित्ता पोतिएको हुनेछ। चौखटले मलाई नचिनी बस्नेछ। चुकुल अहिले कसैले तेल हालिसक्यो होला। बत्तीको स्विच अर्कैको हातले भेट्टाउने छ। र म उभिनेछु, पाहुना भएर, आफ्नै आँगनमा।
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marginalia

A poem about loving the letter more than the sending – and the letter that goes out everywhere but to you.
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The Story of Roman Britain Part I: The Work of Giants

The Saxons had a phrase for the ruins the Romans left behind: enta geweorc — the work of giants. Standing before stone arches no living craftsman could replicate, they could not bring themselves to believe a human hand had laid them. They were right to be humbled. Rome ruled Britain for nearly four hundred years,…
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The Name I once wore

Oh, the wind is a thief and the mountains are tall, And I’m just a witness to the rise and the fall. I’m tracing the shadows where the memory stays, Trading my tomorrows for my yesterdays.
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मिनपचासको जाडोमा कठ्यांग्रिएको देश

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