Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: It was a sodden spring day amidst the showers of April, and the world was thickly grey, rain-drenched, and hardly beautiful. But I was in love, so everywhere I looked was coated in a sheen of dust, made of something as ethereal as the glow of a firefly under a moth-eaten moon. The rain made everything look as shimmery and radiant as the melody I played with you that night, under this catastrophe of stars. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

Save test: यदि तपाईं यो टाइपिङ परीक्षणलाई साझा गर्न चाहानुहुन्छ भने यो प्रयोग गर्नुहोस् (केवल प्रमाणीकृत प्रयोगकर्ताहरूको लागि)।