Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: At night, there comes laughter from behind the locked door at the back of our dining room. We are never meant to open that door during periods of laughter. My mother - a skeptic who lacked any and all imagination - thought there was some reasonable explanation to it all. She looked behind the door one night, and never returned to bed. My father fell into despair and left me here alone. If only he had stayed, because mother's voice has now joined in with the laughter. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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