The boy kicked the red-spotted black ball. It bounced off the flower pot at an acute angle, and landed a few feet to his right. The stray cat, basking on the warm Magh sun, stood up, ran, and punched the ball. Samir was watching the order of events from the second-floor window. The small cemented … Continue reading Modern Child, Modern Kind
“A Nepali astronaut is called coconut”
The monkey climbed up the lamppost. It was not one of those small lampposts in a cute town, as shown in American, British, or even Indian movies. Rather, the lamppost was almost four story tall. That's what the Road Division and the Municipality had agreed on when deciding the final design of the lamppost that … Continue reading “A Nepali astronaut is called coconut”
Protected: Fair Trade Coffee
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Marijuana: the growers and the smokers
Jayesh pulled open the netted door. The door creaked a little as it opened. A musty yet refreshing smell welcomed him. He tried to pin it down to the source. Surya Red and marijuana. A welcoming cheer from the group of boys and girls followed. "Aau. Come sit here," Seema patted besides her. She was … Continue reading Marijuana: the growers and the smokers
Donald Oli
Ramesh Sharma's gaze was fixated on his phone screen. The iPhone 12 Pro was gifted by his son who had recently started working at a financial consulting firm in Boston after graduating from a top liberal arts college in Massachusetts. Nobody knew how well he did in college. He never told his parents, or even … Continue reading Donald Oli
The Future of a Nepali Child
My 8-years old cousin and I were hanging out on our rooftop. The winter month of Paush had pushed all Kathmandubasi upwards - to rooms on the top few floors, where the sun temporarily showed its face in the afternoon, and to semi-open spaces like a hanging balcony or a veranda, where tall neighboring buildings … Continue reading The Future of a Nepali Child
Hot Tea, Cold Night
I handed the cup of black tea to dai. He clapped his hands twice to get rid of the dust sticking in the deep crevasses of his palms. That did not stop his mud-covered hands from becoming any cleaner. "Dai, do you work just here or somewhere else too?" I asked out of curiosity. Dai … Continue reading Hot Tea, Cold Night
Green City
I was walking back home after getting a packet of DDC milk from my local kirana pasal. Plethora of YouTube videos had suggested me to wake up early and start the day with a hot drink. There was no harm in trying. As a result, every morning, I would wake up whenever I would wake … Continue reading Green City
A Crow’s Nest on the Flying Kite
Sumi looked at the kite on the sky. She had made it fly that high, or at least partly did it. Her responsibility was to hold the lattai (thread spool). We all thought she was too young for her age for the job but her seven-years old self had defied our expectations. Her older sister, … Continue reading A Crow’s Nest on the Flying Kite
The MF Word
I was walking with my friend Madan. We had just had dinner at a chamena and after a filled stomach and an hour worth of walk, we were returning back home. Madan was staying with me for the night. We were talking about Nepal and where it was going, and the incompleteness of the conversation … Continue reading The MF Word
