“I mean I can understand why someone would want to stay in the country,” Garima said. “Actually, I don’t. What’s here to even remotely look forward to?” she continued. She grabbed her cup of tea and sipped on it. She looked at me as she put it down on the small wooden table, “What do … Continue reading Visit America 2020
Temporary Musings at क्षणीक निवास
The twins were named Rama and Seema. Rama preferred red shawls. Seema stuck by her brown and blue one. Their mama who had gone missing for fifty years before the family discovered that he was a Pujari in Rajasthan had gifted it to her when he had finally come back home after five decades. Rama … Continue reading Temporary Musings at क्षणीक निवास
My First Date
Some events in life etch themselves in your heart with such depth and vigour that recalling them feels like drowning oneself in a Murakami novel. Surreal yet lonesome. The day did not begin with any inch or kilo or second of surreality. In fact, it began with me picking up the Axe body spray. “Very … Continue reading My First Date
Blind Date ft. Aama
Usually, people try to figure out what a story is about by reading the first line. I will not allow you that opportunity. Part of my reasoning has to do with my own lack of understanding on whether the first line has anything to do with the story or not. But I know that I … Continue reading Blind Date ft. Aama
Dibya and O. Lee
O. Lee had come back from Australia. His 5-year-old self did not understand the intricate politics of getting a Permanent Resident status as a Nepali in the foreign land but his parents had dedicated half of their life for fulfilling that very purpose. Now, he was back in his parents' lands in search of his … Continue reading Dibya and O. Lee
The Onions of Nefol
I was chopping onions on the wooden chopping board. Prior to using the wooden board, I had been accustomed to a plastic one. I soon realized that I had been chopping off pieces of plastic with the sharp brown knife and the pieces often found their way to my bowl of noodles or in my … Continue reading The Onions of Nefol
Gas Leak at the Wrong Time
Blop. Blop. Blop. Not a fish. Blop. Squeak. Blop. Not a mouse. Blop. Squeak. Squeak. The sound came from below the gas stove. I stooped down to figure out its exact source. The only possible point from where such variably spaced, rhythmic, and, for a lack of words, interesting sound could come from was from … Continue reading Gas Leak at the Wrong Time
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Smog, Airport, and Lollipop
The leader woke up. How was he feeling? His muscle felt tense despite his 8 hour slumber. Anger. That's what he was feeling. All day. Everyday. Apparently, the other leader had hurt his ego the previous day. "Chitta dukhyo. Kamalo mann tutyo," he had complained the YouTuber who had taken his interview. His own followers … Continue reading Smog, Airport, and Lollipop
Aalu, Bhyanta, Gobi
"What's for lunch today?" I yelled from my room. "Bhyanta. Eggplant," my dad shouted back from the kitchen. The news calamitously landed on my ears. My brain felt abducted - where was freedom in this house? But I was free too. I had all the agency in the world to get up from my bed, … Continue reading Aalu, Bhyanta, Gobi
